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GodThe starshade poet reflected for an eternal moment upon his crystalline automatrons; In the pale light it was suddenly made very clear, these pristine shades and arthropod hues lived on the brink of oblivium. Should he waver, doubt, shudder, blink, or conjure linear reality, the metaphor dies in the past. One stroke infinite preventions, one whisper infinite strokes. Should this creation be a power trip? Nay, for there exists above the poet God! The starshade poet of epic proportions, &nbsGod


Andy WarholThe FBI with their machinegun hands put the Bullet in the good man's spine, into Darkness did the world to him slide Away, away, away, away but he Never knew the sound a body makes When it slumps to the ground, or when it's Buried and the corpse is rotting Away, away, away, awayAndy Warhol
The handkerchiefs of the crying mothers don't Stem the wounds of the dying brothers and Out of them the troubles of being Right are cast away, away Blood will run like tomato sauce Fire will illuminate the cross and Then we'll see how tyrants are truly Made, are made, are


Thrice, Thrice, ThriceThrice did I speak, not to be heard once. Thrice-uttered the phrase you never heard. Thrice ignored was the repeated line.Thrice, Thrice, Thrice
I wanted not my fifteen minutes; was it so much to listen? I was ignored, with still so little to say.
Wished only, I did, to convey then this trifle thought, though I have no doubt the meaningless comment reaps nothing.
Only I, it seems, am in this way denied to relate to others. My rage is not for you to understand.
To not have control or shelter, to me, to not have any audience was the epitomy of w


The Rag Doll Queen and...I've dug my grave and now I lay down to sleep: sleep, my foe, my only enemy. I can no longer grasp upon those realms of infinity, calling to my mind the pictures that once enchanted me. Nightmares.The Rag Doll Queen and...
These nightmarish dreamscapes are all that I can hold now. Quick clips of dark fantasies that plague my brain and leave me cold, shaking. I'm shaking now. Shaking with the memories of bathroom floors, my porcelain prince. You haunt me just as much as these nightmares. I am the queen of this land of the night, this country bathed in shadows. My crown slipped down around my nec
So here's the deal: January is a new month, and a new year, to start over from scratch and remember what Write-Off is ALL about.
And in good ol' Write-Off spirit, we're kicking off the new year with a brand spankin' new competition. Want more information on entering and prizes? Check out the home page.
Now come on, you WriteOffers, you. Show us what you're made of.
Are you IN for January?
Love and be loved,
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You should have fun. I do.
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YEAH BABY!
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