DEBRISDEBRISDEBRIS
It began with a crack. A simple, unnoticeable crack in the ceiling. He came to the theatre every Sunday, and while others talked amiably about the upcoming performance or discussed the terrible nature of truly trivial instances, he stared at that crack. Just a little line in the plaster that served only as a barrier from the sky.
But this Sunday, the crack grew, stretching its arms across the white ceiling, its limbs multiplying innumerably like branches on an ancient oak tree. He closed his eyes as chunks of the fifth wall enclosing him from the outside world came crashing down around him. The patrons surroun
After the Smoke ClearsTheir tender eyes weep Their aching hearts grow cold The children are led away The tragedy Spreads like a virus These heirs of a cold war Inherit more than disease The beauty of death The miracle of life Lose their meaning When the bullets of battle interveneAfter the Smoke Clears
HAPPINESS (is a warm gun)
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In bathrooms and ballrooms, on dumpsters and heirlooms we bit our tongues; sucked our lips into our lungs 'til we were falling. Such was our calling.
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