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until the embers fade..."She... did love me. Really, she did. I never doubted that for a moment. But I... I couldn't take it any more. Everything she did to me, she did out of love, and it hurt. So much.
"What she did? Oh god, don't get me started. She... she fed me stuff that made me just want to die, she cut out my tongue and put it back a year later, she... she made me sick, she made me see things that weren't there, made me do things I can't remember, made my life hell. All in the name of love. Yeah, that hurt, but I wasn't talking about that.
"I don't know when I did it. I just blacked out sometime after I got out of there, I don't know how long it was before I woke up. I don't know how long I was in there either, but I've heard some talk around town. Said the place had been abandoned for... for as long as anyone could remember. Eighty, ninety years. Maybe even a hundred. She said it had been three hundred. A-and here I am, don't look or feel a day over twenty six. God, she might have been right a
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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