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cybermarauder26
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Country: United States
State: California
Gender: Male
Interests: art, physics, philosophy, wine, beer, guitar, marijuana, discussion, films, chess, imagination
Expertise: art, computer graphics, pool
Occupation: Engineering
Industry: Engineering
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Member Since:
5/9/2003
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The bombs stopped falling early this morning. I sat in my wicker chair and rocked a
little. You have to enjoy little moments
like this. Eerie silences are a scarce
commodity. I sipped from a broken cup
that I found several weeks ago near the city creek. The water tastes clean and metallic.
“A clown!” I exclaim out loud. One of the smoke clouds puffed up into the
shape of a circus clown. I watch as the
smoke drifts away slowly and the clown becomes some sort of alligator.
Clack!! I feel the
burning and hear the whiz. Pulse rifles
cauterize the wound as the projectile passes through your flesh. They say it’s a more humane weapon. You’re less likely to bleed to death. Although, I hear if you’re shot in the head
you’ll be conscious an extra 10 seconds or so.
I turn to the mirror and smile at my redecorated forehead. Guess they were right….Plop
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| I'm not an artist I'm not a musician I'm not a
scientist. I can't do anything more impressive than the next
man. My mind isn't any better than the next. I won't be
remembered when I die. I will have no legacy. My greatest
accomplishment will be my child. I will rot away and never be
thought of again.
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| i'm going to be researching fluid flows over shark scales! eventually
hopefully i'll be able to model them using professor eldredge's
computer code
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| The Tear Drop
I form along the rim of your eyelid.
Slowly I grow and rise up the black stalks of your lashes.
When I am strong enough I leap from your lid,
And fall slightly till I crash into the white snow of your
cheek.
Now begins my periless decent!
I glide at speed straight down the crest of your cheek,
The crook of your smile catches me
And now I am on collision course with you nose.
I hit your nostril and follow it’s roundish curve.
I am launched up and over the channel below your nose
And am now racing to your lips.
Two huge cushions of fleshy red interrupt my snowy paces.
I am caught up between them and linger a while.
Unfortunately time and gravity weight for no matter.
I catch the crutch of your chin and,
Now I am weightless.
Swirling about in a free fall I turn and see the tapered
stalk of your neck.
Crash!!
I land upon your breast and I am a turbulent sea.
I recollect my continence and return to my journey.
By fate (and perhaps some predetermination)
I have chanced
upon your nipple.
A great obelisque standing out from a barren hill.
I am caught up on its pink grandeur
And launch from it’s tip again into dark space.
Now I am lost from your body.
Doomed to float down to earth,
Spiraling and occasionally glancing back at a phantom form.
Imagining that in the distance I see a belly button,
Maybe upper thighs, then perhaps feet.
But I am no longer riding along your slopes.
I am air born and shackled by the fate of every tear
In this lonely continuum.
I will lay prostrate on the concrete and evaporate into
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