There is no identification found at the scene of the single-vehicle accident. The driver, a young woman from what the medics see through all the blood and crushed metal, is unresponsive. Internal bleeding from blunt trauma. The ER team at County General do what they can. Dire situation. The doctor on duty calls the time of death. Then something extraordinary happens. Jane Doe finds her way back. Steel is always cold. This is how she knows it isn't over.
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what do you need a map for when you just disregard the signs the universe places at your feet? giving in isn't the same as giving up. to give is the secret. don't expect any sexy catchphrases. just let the vibration lead you rather than lull you back to sleep. see why dreams are so seductive? they come from power you didn't know you had. i can tell you're headed in the direction from which you once fled. unfinished business is a demanding mistress. big love, little heart. you've left your legacy undone. go back and do what you knew you had to do in the first place. you left yourself a loophole to jump through that will take you to the dawn of realization. to be in the right place is hard for a reason. pay attention this time. see what your power can do? it creates the most coveted treasure. a second chance. -
If I'm perfectly honest, that's one toxic act you've got, and I can't get enough. I stand in front of your window–you've always got the lights on–and soak up all the icky details of your sick and twisted, touchy-feely fabricated history. Whenever I wait outside your house there's always a long line so I come early. Don't worry, I always elbow my way to the front so it's my face you see in that sea of craned necks and limbs. If I'm to be truthful about this arrangement, I want you all to myself but I'm glad I'm not alone in my neuroses. Psychoses? Ring around the rosies and I'll gladly hand you my last dollar bill just to watch you ignore me. It's a thrill, you know. The sweaty crowd, your cruelty slash compassion, the messages you shout through your megaphone:"I'm a thief! Give me all your money and I'll teach you how to steal!"
"I'm a fraud! Learn how to live the lie so you can sell it to others!"
"I'm a guru! Fake it and then make it your mission to rig the system!"Foiled, I am, once again to pretend your poison isn't the sweetest thing I have ever swallowed.
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Sew your suit of armor and don't skimp on the red thread.All you have to do is look at the Emperor and know you can believe everything you've read.
No fear
No shame
No dread of falling out of fashion.The bronze scars where buttons and bows should be are beautiful against a blank canvas.
Put on a pair of stolen shoes and walk the runway until you see nothing.
Nothing is truth trying on disguises.
Did the tailor get the fit right when the Emperor left the palace?
No seamstress worth her weight in patience would ever run out of red thread.
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It's really hot in here. Here. Not sure where that is. The windows are all steamy like I'm in the shower. Or a terrarium. A terrarium with leather seats. I think I'd like to wipe off the glass but … Well that's something. I can't feel my arms. Come to think of it … I might be hanging upside down. But for this strap digging into by boobs … I kinda hurt. All over. My head especially. And all this red paint spilled. Someone needs to shut off the TV. How can they watch with the sound turned up like that? Damn sirens make my teeth rattle. That light though … don't know if I need to open my eyes or close …
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The keys are sharp. They lend a delicious dissonance to the flat landscape in which we are trapped. The words come and go but the grace notes and accents tell the real story. A lifetime it may take to sit still in a quiet room and punch the air with one's fists for emphasis before the trend of common sense catches on. Maintain a steady tempo and keep tap-tap-tapping. Each key stroke a milestone, every return is a free trip home. -
Imperfect treasure
Rust hides the value of toil
Coil this withered skin
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We don't want to know you but you've served your purpose well
You embarked on an expedition to find riches for me
Made it home with a bit of flesh left on your bones
Paid your dues plus interest
Fulfilled your obligation
Exploitation never varies its tune
Credit earned does not make a statement true
Thievery keeps me at #1
My youth forever in bloom
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