WordsI love wordsI hate wordsWords say everythingWords say nothingWords are beautifulWords are disgustingWords are lifeWords are painBut they're all we really have.
He Loved ThemThe little boy loved the machines. The machines didn't like him very much.The little boy could talk to the machines. The machines just ignored him.The little boy cared for the machines. The machines burnt his toast.The little boy lived with the machines. The machines killed him.The little boy forgave the machines. The machines were jealous.
One Thing LeftI am become a nameTo whom I exist not?Little remember greater than name; legacy lackingJust word, singularMyself I know not.
suicidecant you seein truth wewerent meant to bei had liedwe had criedthen you died
So He RanFire. It was on fire.The flames licked up the sides of the groaning building.So he ran. He ran faster than he had ever run before.He didn't even know if there was another building to jump to.He hoped there was.There wasn't.
philosophydont you knowwhy we goto try and finda state of mindwhere we seewhat must bea thing called truth
Do You Want to Hear a Story?I can see you!Why are you still here?I want someone to play with.I already told you that I don't want to play any games. Leave me alone.No games? Then we'll just have to tell stories! I learned a new one just a while ago!I don't want to hear your goddamn stories!Once upon a time, there was a little girl with a family who loved her and friends who cared for her. One day, she was skipping down the road to school. Then you killed her.STOP! Stop... please, just stop torturing me!I'm not torturing you, silly! We're just telling stories, and I love telling stories! We can have fun for ever and ever! Aren't you excited?The little girl giggles as the man lifts a gun to his head.He falls on top of her body.
A Better WorldThis world is tainted. All that's left is hate and fear and greed.We'll create a better world someday, and everything will finally be right.The old man groped around in the darkness for the door - the matches he had been carrying ran out minutes before. His hand met a cold steel handle and he let out a sigh of relief. Summoning all of the strength he had left, he managed to spin the wheel, eliciting a deep, satisfied click from the massive door. It groaned as it reluctantly swung outward, exposing the surface of Earth for the first time in decades. It was morning, but still the sun shone brightly through the clouds.Something was wrong. The fluttering green plants the old man had read stories about were absent. There was no beautiful, lofty music in the air. The sparse water that still lay on the ground was a foul green. All that stood before his eyes was a grey, pockmarked landscape peppered with the remnants of missiles and piles of ash that served as the only reminders of t