grain of sandDo I lead my life like the wind of chance?grain of sand by windfox
Or follow the flow like the streams of power.
I have no purpose that I can see.
I want very little from life and those around me.
Whatever blocks my path I still manage to get what I want?
Or at least make the choices that land me where I need to be.
Whether by instinct grand design or calculated plan,
All I can see is where my foot will fall next.
As I rise above and do what is demanded.
I seem to meet every challenge
Those around me see a fool that barely hangs on
I see a man simply strolling by
And what I really am is of no great consequence.
Until someone or something breaks my shell.
Until then I glide or float to my next task at hand
Making subtle difference
Like a grain of sand.
Nameless MonsterNameless Monster by windfox
Twisted and deformed
Working to break everything
And Broken to no end
But Always around
Counterfeited to perfection
Starving every part of all
still Hungry for the whole
Lost in life
Fixed in death
still falling short
While laughing madly
A Crying Anomaly
Something into nothing
Seeking to substitute a name
Full of emptiness
The hollowed Being
The monster under you're bed
Not worth Naming.
The Hater(A man walks out of his bathroom putting on a bullet proof vest and walks to a table sewn with guns seeing him self in the mirror he addresses the audience.)The Hater by windfox
Ah so its you, I'm glad you could see me off before I go. I know I shouldn't do what I'm going to do just as you know how right it is, so don't try to stop me okay. This time of the reverse renaissance needs a little reality pumped in to it. And I'm the one to do it. I have nothing to loose, no wife no kids, to ties of any kind, besides my job and [adult swim] there is nothing for me to but sit and watch the 3\/i1 ways of people and there foolish actions. And I'm tired of it. SO first I'll start with the racists, then work my way up.
(The man continues to load 45. rounds in to clips.)
I mean seriously, can't we all just get along. America is one of the free places on earth, people have and are still dieing for this stinking cesspool of operation! And I don't care what I have to kill to if there is so much as
Rat BoyOnce upon a time there was a rat-boy named bob that lived in the sewers of Chicago and enjoyed the company of other rats. He was a survivor and lived with out the contact of other human beings simply watching the world above as time did its work. Having no human contact he did not remember much about is past; in fact he remembered nothing at all. He was not sure if it was because he did not want to or if there was nothing to remember but he did not think much of it and lived his life day to day with the rats enjoying life like all the other rats. Running through the sewers, sneaking in to other homes, or just watching the people above; Bob had a life that he was happy with.Rat Boy by windfox
Then one fine day Bob came across the strangest thing. "Hello! Can any one hear me?"
"What was that?" he asked his rat companions. So they all went and fallowed the sound. Not being tricked by the echoes they soon found the source of the odd noise. It was one of the people from up above walking around the deep sewer
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