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21/30
There’s a chill in the air the leaves are orange-y red and crisp music in my ears “do you have a cigarette?” he asks, motioning I wonder if I should buy a pack just to carry around for this occasion – it happens often enough (but I don’t know the first thing about cigarettes) “I…
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Give A Guardian A Blade 20/30
if you give a guardian a blade and tell them to wait they’ll want to dance a jig and after they’ve danced a jig, they’ll want to crouch around and after they’ve crouched around, they’ll sit on your face because the server told the guardians to wait. (brought to you by my life)
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Agent of the Nine (poems)
So, I was supposed to be writing poems, but then the Destiny expansion came out and guess what I’ve been doing instead? So, to make up for the lack of dailies, I’m writing 9 poems here, now, about Destiny. And then I’m going back into leveling that fucking light so I can kill Oryx FOR…
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I should be writing poetry, but instead I’m freezing. Exhausted from going to the State Fair yesterday (which was a blast), and waiting eagerly for the new Destiny content which comes out tomorrow.
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11/30 Things that Fall in September
structures fall leaves fall I fall in love
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Games I'm Looking Forward To From PAXPrime 2015
So I wandered a lot around the indie game area of PAX and played some games, talked to some devs, and generally found some really cool things that I’m looking forward to and ended up getting beta keys, or put on email lists, and little cards about to follow along. Creativerse – it’s really fun, think…
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10/30
one to fall asleep two to keep dreaming peaceful I’m bad at haiku
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9/30
You gave me broken tools I supplied the desire a hunger to learn to grow to be new time has passed what’s broken is now rusting the yearning is unchanged but the courage to step out into the light? to forge a path into the bright unknown? it’s coming, someday
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8/30
It’s like a glossy sheen silky, smooth too soft like anything could just slip through none of that familiar friction between fingers this strange overcoat like a protective layer keeping you shielded from the air the sickly shell envelopes you while you rest
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7/30
Clara clara clara clara it’s labor day.