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Not all my mods are beneficial. A few malicious #mosquitos are trying to hack into my CNS. They tickle. I crush them in my hands, and sprinkle their metal bones . A pleasure fiend appears between blinks. She's penetrated my defenses, her tendrils warping my thoughts. #vss365

She found me in a #reflection of broken glass. I don’t know how long I’d been trapped there. She carefully picked up the shattered pieces of me, unspoken words of love & misplaced feelings, & fashioned me into a wind chime, so that I might sing to her in the morning wind. #vss365

They fired up the uncertainty engine. A #jumbo wave took flight, mimicking whales sounds. Four planets lined up for the eight ball in the corner trick. Jimmy Smeagolman's entire third grade class failed their math test, the numbers having all been switched to wingdings. #vss365

should he #continue to hide his pain or flop on the street like a wounded fish while the hooded sisters pray for him and the cop directs traffic around him #vss365

the sun begged for reprieve late to rise its sickly hue did little to chase away the shadows in the garden a woman must've been dropped by a nearby tree lazy with fruit now curled in a ball among bits of humanity and scattered poetry

I’ve been tiger striped, torn and scarred. I would enfold her in my dark wings and devour her, but the child within her with pearl tears and a tender touch has unmasked me. Her words fall like spun #sugar from her tongue. She is liquid fire and she has stolen my heart. #vss365

Spawned from milk bottles, garden hoses and dead batteries, he arose from a landfill. In an empty depot, he built a new home from all things discarded, worn and abandoned, then played the song of the plastic bag rustling in the wind, calling to more of his kind. #vss365

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The #apple headed chihuahuas were posted on either side of her recliner, like sentries. An unseen hand was flipping Cheetos into her open mouth. She was the picture of discontent. Each time she blinked her eyes, the channel would change, but nothing assuaged her unease #vss365

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A doctor took a #peek inside my head & found I had no brain. I told him I was born that way – just a cavernous expanse, with dense clouds and the occasional electrical storm. A family of 5 has taken residence inside and they’ve asked me to keep my movements to a minimum. #vss365

Not that I'm feeling #harried, but I've split my mind into countries. In Kiribati, under the shade of a pandanus tree, I'd forgotten what it was to string words together. When the scream of the gulls ceased to echo off the reefs, the moon swallowed all thought. #vss365

The Canary I sense the shifts in the wind. When there is no longer enough air to fill my lungs, it is time to leave.

I know what I'm supposed to feel. The digital display running across my left contact is flashing instructions in bold red letters. My internal processor has even produced sweat, which is beading upon my forehead. But she's not buying it. My emotions are thick as stone and

Angela rode thru town on her 3 wheeler, her mouth open wide, blaring like an unhinged siren. Her eyes blinked on and off. She was the harbinger of the #radioactive plague. Becki entered her hamster ball, and rolled to town. She had installed a drawer that allowed her to

"I'm late, but I'm here right now And I'm tryin' to find the magic That we lost somehow Maybe I was blind But I see you now As we're laying in the darkness Did I wait too long To turn the lights back on?" youtube.com/watch?v=UOf6CM…

She hid all her pain and put #distance between those she felt closest to. Morning lilies had collected all her sorrow. And that thick haze had turned all the faces turned into blurry indifferent shapes. Even those that wanted to connect with her felt like angry needles. #vss365

It started out as little #deaths. Small, almost insignificant, pieces of self - lost now. Looking back, thru the pinhole of time, I no longer recognize the boy. The tilted mirrors have warped all my memories. Even love has taken on a different shape. #vss365

as closeness blurs into passion we lose ourselves in the neon sheen of guilt and heat you drift off into the liquid sky still pulsing like some distant star but i’m mired tangled in red unable to #free myself from the threads of desire #vss365

The long trees that hid their shadows from me. And the sky wept pink petals. Her lips were warm, but the eyes distant. A #single strand of hair had fallen out of place. She teased with me light touches on the wrist and shoulder. The leaves trembled with butterfly wishes. #vss365