Canid Posted June 11, 2002 Report Posted June 11, 2002 (edited) Steel trees are sprouting from the ground. My former friends cannot be found. Desk jobs. Doctors tell us what to do. Faces bloom with chemical creations, Conveniently called brilliant innovations. The glass windows are killing off the birds. We are flying without our wings. We're taking for granted the primitive things, That make us what we are, are why we think. Replace the plants you used to eat. Rub white powder on your feet. Pretend it is doing nothing to you. I'm frightened of humanity. I'm not the wolf I pretend to be. Why is the future hunting me for sport? Edited June 30, 2014 by Canid
Gyrfalcon Posted June 12, 2002 Report Posted June 12, 2002 *Gyr applauds* Hard to describe my thoughts, probably because I'm tired. Still, I like it Canid. *smiles*
Nyyark Posted June 12, 2002 Report Posted June 12, 2002 I like it, well done. I just watched Fight Club, and this is amplifing some of the themes of that movie.
Guest Fire Walker Posted June 12, 2002 Report Posted June 12, 2002 This is stupendifulastic (That's a good thing)!
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