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Hunger — In the house I wait at the table with my pen using paper bait How can you write it in black and white, how you feel just by sitting still Pen has expired Paper will sit in awe Wild typewriter feeds When will you be here and bring my anxious soul to rest with some food my dear crawfish, shrimp and fish hunan chicken and fried rice please fill up that dish lo mein rice noodles egg roll spring roll cheese puff treat cholesterol rich sadness fills my mind sadness fills my mind
💬 1 like · Aug 26 · 5 days ago
Death to the Martians — The sky was, it felt, permanently orange. Whether that was down to the street lights of a city that spread for thousands of miles, or the quasi in-interupted fires that raged outside said city, I didn't know. In any case I was out of here. After years and years of patient bribes, and a small fortune spent, I'd finally secured a place on a shuttle for the Mars settlements. Still a mining planet, it also harboured independent, self managed settlements. Life wasn't easy...
💬 3 likes · Aug 23 · 8 days ago