

The Low Drone of a Dying TownA single cargo plane disturbs the tranquil night with the roar of its engine. The rumble of a landing, the sound of creeping death.The Low Drone of a Dying Town
A lone man on his porch dots the night with the flick of his lighter. the crackle of a long drag, the sound of furious anger.
A single beer can echoes through the night with pop of its tab The gulp of a full throat, the sound of deep desperation.
The artificially lit sky above a dying town slowly fades to black. the fleeting sound of aircraft slowly fades away, along with the town so many call home.


The ThroneWords flow freely here, Like a bout of diarrhea. Concentration solid, A good diet should b- ahhThe Throne
Imagination spikes! Like a night after corn. Mind grows sharper, Kernels feel like big thorns
I do my best writing,
While here on the throne. Hah! look at that one! Its shaped like a cone!


Diary of a Sane ManIve lost it all .Diary of a Sane Man
MykidsMywifeMydog. MyhouseMystocksMybonds
All!
Was-ted a-way
Dear god, I pray.
Spare a poor soul,
Make a believer today.
My kids! My Wife! My DOG! My house! My Stocks AND Bonds!
All gone .
But my life,
Ah yes MY life! Still here and intact, Wall Street couldnt possibly rip that off my back! While the rest of youre still cryin and heavin; Ill take solace in the fact that hey, I
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sad panda
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"life is like a bowling alley, you get a few strikes, if you're lucky a few spares and nobody really knows how to keep score. but, in the end you just end up with smelly ill-fitting shoes that squeek." ~Stimpson "Stimpy" J. Cat~
Just nvm!
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sad panda
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"life is like a bowling alley, you get a few strikes, if you're lucky a few spares and nobody really knows how to keep score. but, in the end you just end up with smelly ill-fitting shoes that squeek." ~Stimpson "Stimpy" J. Cat~
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sad panda
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"life is like a bowling alley, you get a few strikes, if you're lucky a few spares and nobody really knows how to keep score. but, in the end you just end up with smelly ill-fitting shoes that squeek." ~Stimpson "Stimpy" J. Cat~
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"life is like a bowling alley, you get a few strikes, if you're lucky a few spares and nobody really knows how to keep score. but, in the end you just end up with smelly ill-fitting shoes that squeek." ~Stimpson "Stimpy" J. Cat~
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