Things are shaping up to be pretty...odd.
But in a good way!
I'm pretty happy now, actually.
I would do the normal "So look forward to more deviations!" But we all know how that will turn out. Hahah.
That's all.


TE Ch2: School's out foreverThe school? Why the hell would we want to go there? Blake inquires, with a tone of what must be disgust in his voice. Think about it. The school has heavy doors, most of which open outwards, so no Shambler would be able to just waltz right in and tear us limb from limb. Its got a lot of room; its got a huge storage area for foods and stuff; it even has showers and bathrooms! All we would have to do is worry for lunatic survivors. We could give it the run down look if it doesnt have it already. And if some Shamblers manage to threaten entry through, say, the cafeteria, we could just board up theTE Ch2: School's out forever


TE Ch1: So that's it then?So, thats it then? Yeah Thats about it. Two brothers, standing outside their house as one of them, Chad, just finished packing his things. The other man, Zack, stands at the porch of the house, sighing as the heavily blighted clouds fly bye overhead. I guess that this is goodbye then, huh man? He inquires rhetorically. Yeah man. Hey, listen, when this entire thing blows over, Ill try and find you alright? This doesnt have to be a permanent goodbye you know. Hey, and Zack? Yeah, Chad? Zack responds, less than eager for hTE Ch1: So that's it then?


The UrbaniteLong black lines tracing across brick Making the outline on intersecting lines stick A quick switch to a different pitch in color, the quick shift To a different can, and the black lines are overwrit And the deep, rumbling black is given to the quiet Blinding yellow of the golden number five And the picture comes alive without meaning to, Without meaning to ascribe to itself Yet arrives on the wall on time Thrives on the grime and inspires the urbanite The urban life, and the man behind it all The man at the wall with can containing aerosol He's found his calling, And likThe Urbanite


TossaboutTell them what you told to me Say it again, "I didn't raise a thief" Tell that to the authorities And see what they believeTossabout
If they wish to speak to me, You know as well as I my tongue Will twist it all-- no sir, it is not my fault Nor none is it their's We are all of us ghosts, sir All of us liars and thieves
And we, we are the sheep Your flock does not exist any longer The wolves are the flock And the sheep are plotting To drop the sky
So say goodnight, it's alright To give up early, swearing at your feet Say goodnight


SeveranceSever, a Severe word It does cut and it does rend One thing from another One letter, however, makes all the difference And what was once Severe is no longer, As a Severed thing is merely a sad sightSeverance
There is nothing Severe about an untethered,
Disconnected thing It is merely the act of Severing which is Severe
Though as the blade comes down And even as it passes through Even, yes, as one thing falls from the other We ourselves disconnect, untether, Sever From the moment, an emotional amputation To save ourselves from the witnessing


We Will DecideFull Title: We Will Decide Or The Future Will Decide For UsWe Will Decide
---
In the future, There is a place for my head And it's in yours.
In the future, there is a soul For my soul And it is not your soul, It is the soul of someone who has already Left this place.
In the future, we cross our wires And we cross our hearts And we hope to survive.
In the future,
The future, Future Things are perfect, Until they decide not to be.
Previous Page12345...Next Page