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Lions have a thousand lands to conquer, Formed from the stone intestines and  Dried blood of Earth. Pigs have a thousand Last Meals to attend Before they are brought to the back room  Of the farmhouse and beheaded in half-light With a once polished cleaver. Birds have a thousand rivers and hills To see amongst the rolling clouds. Dogs have a thousand owners to betray, Taking more names than diseases of the mind. Rabbits have a thousand feet to lose And be placed inside boxes stored  In the farthest corner of the garage, Beside the wind-up angels that need A new coat of paint on their cherry red smiles, And the jesters perpetu

− CHASING WHAT NEVER WAS − A heavy downpour was underway on the 101 freeway. Hundreds of tiny beads of rain were slowly dripping down the winding road like sweat bursting on someone's skin. It was not a decent time to be driving. But that didn't stop Jimmy Carlton from steering his cerise shaded 2010 Scion TC down the freeway to get back home. Jimmy was the type of person who had an itch. An itch that makes him live life to the fullest at any given moment. Whenever he didn't, he would feel this sharp, wrenching pain in the back of his neck. This was one of those moments. He had a loving wife and kids to come home to, and he d

Cornell tails, fiery wails Encircle all the pride The third child, and followers Go to bed Oh will we be, oh will we be the frozen soldiers? The Giant's drink, cognitive venom maligned Shattered glass, Ender shares Peter's mind Obeying Oh will we be, oh will we be the frozen? And winning Oh will we be, oh will we be the frozen? Vainglory, and some savagery Towards the little squirrel Warsaw Pact, play Locke and Demosthenes Oh will we be, oh will we be the the frozen soldiers? Shower stalls, meant to respect enemies Reckless wounds, Stilson and Bonzo de Madrid Flattering Oh will we be, oh will we be the frozen? And cheating

CHAPTER III The smell of operational exhaust pipes and tantalizing eucalyptus smelling salts grazed Darren's nostrils. Instantly, his eyes opened to witness a new place, a new world to him, though his mind had a delay reaction and the first few seconds of vision were disorienting and inexpressible. Though what he heard was expressible, might to go as far as saying it was distinct, for once he heard that thick Texan accent, speaking in such a way that the sarcasm could be cut with a butter knife; he knew exactly who it was, despite his riotous appearance. "C'mon sleeping beauty, wake up! I ain't got all day!" said the man. Slowly and w

WARNING: This story contains elements (that may or may not be included in this preview) that might be considered inappropriate for persons under the age of 13. Such elements include: Some uses of mild profanity as well as Brief, strong profanity, Some sexual banter and or jokes towards sexual matters, Brief, fairly above mild sexual situations, and Brief, strong, violence, all involving teenagers. -CHAPTER I- -I- Scottie Rachmacher screamed at around ten o'clock that early Sunday afternoon, which was rather strange, since he usually did that sort of thing a few hours earlier. He did not oversleep. No, at fifteen years and four months old h

-II- Travis O'Brien found the mid-morning car ride to be an overall pleasurable one, even though he wasn't really old enough to be able to explain it that way with utter knowledge of every word. But that was simply alright, because he usually did enjoy the car rides he had with his parents. With mommy or daddy. It didn't really matter to him all that much. He loved them both equally, because he hid in his mind that his parents loved him the same way. Well, they said it, so how could he really perceive that as anything but the truth? Wondering which one of his parents would drive him somewhere, whether it would be to the supermarket, the lau