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what's inside you?

Longing
 
Immense fatigue,
fledgling insight,
a fool's luck,
vague hope,
more pain than I thought
possible,
desire to fly unburdened,

varying degrees of amusement,
a smiling - if beleaguered - heart,
helpful intentions,
passionate crusade for tranquility
(oxymoron!) .

Dreams and stardust, too :m200:
 
A leaky tap
A cold breeze
False hope
 
love
longing
need/want
desire. . .
fear
anxiety
darkness
questions
questions
questions
 
fields of black iris
thunderstorms
fog
tinkling piano
sighing cellos
deer
puppies and dogs
thrones
scepters
queendoms
canyons
foxes
luna moths
miles and miles of Japanese koi pond gardens housed in industrial warehouses
moonlight copses
 
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You people need to learn to chew your food!

"I look inside myself and see my heart is black." Paint It Black - Rolling Stones

No but really..

Let's take a look, shall we?

Shroud of darkness. The unknown? Fear? A place to hide? Lurking evil?
A calming stream.. ever so peacefully flowing through.
A story.. half finished, half-assed and yet not half bad..
Rain.. Soft falling relaxation to intense swirling rage.
There's about $0.73 in change - no quarters (Damn!)
A shattered mirror.
An empty parking space designated "dreams".
Memories of old.
Starry skies to guide my way amongst the darkest of nights.
Some toy soldiers, small and insignificant; courageous all the same.
A bottomless well. Careful leaning over, wouldn't want you falling in.
Echoing questions through a cavern of silence.
A once great fire reduced to mere ashes. A flame ignites in the remnants - defiant.
A painted sunset.
Wishes, never to be granted.
Broken glass.. watch your step.
Dense, captivating forests that block out the sky. One could easily lose their way in such a place..
A puzzle.. missing a few pieces..
Silver mist, shimmering in the light of dawn.
Fields of hope to fuel my soul. God help us should there be a drought..


Limitless.. I could go on for ever.
 
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Let's see...

...I imagine the year is 2746 and because of a gamma ray burst centuries earlier, the electromagnetic spectrum has been completely altered such that the only existing colors are shades of black and white with a splash of cobalt. I am living in a completely empty museum that was once used to showcase abstract art and experimental sound installations. The only furnishings I have are a large bed in the middle of the largest room and chrome bookshelves that hold thousands of books on psychology, political philosophy, anthropology, animals and other topics of interest. I live there with a large harem of highly intelligent femme fatales who, during the day, go out and assassinate political dissidents who undermine my personal ideology that I am spreading across the planet via psionic mind control and at night, they come home and wear black lingerie, chokers and high heels and take turns serving my sexual whims. My favorite nightly ritual is fucking them while listening to the acoustic reverberations of their moans come off the surrounding walls and empty hallways; it sounds like ghosts congealing together into one, amorphous vocal wave. When we're done fucking, we lay across one another in a huge mass of sweaty flesh and quietly contemplate and/or discuss any ideas that may arise in our minds such as how to further conquer the world or how to find more applicants for my ever-expanding harem.
 
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Let's see...

...I imagine the year is 2746 and because of a gamma ray burst centuries earlier, the electromagnetic spectrum has been completely altered such that the only existing colors are shades of black and white with a splash of cobalt. I am living in a completely empty museum that was once used to showcase abstract art and experimental sound installations. The only furnishings I have are a large bed in the middle of the largest room and chrome bookshelves that hold thousands of books on psychology, political philosophy, anthropology, animals and other topics of interest. I live there with a large harem of highly intelligent femme fatales who, during the day, go out and assassinate political dissidents who undermine my personal ideology that I am spreading across the planet via psionic mind control and at night, they come home and wear black lingerie, chokers and high heels and take turns serving my sexual whims. My favorite nightly ritual is fucking them while listening to the acoustic reverberations of their moans come off the surrounding walls and empty hallways; it sounds like ghosts congealing together into one, amorphous vocal wave. When we're done fucking, we lay across one another in a huge mass of sweaty flesh and quietly contemplate and/or discuss any ideas that may arise in our minds such as how to further conquer the world or how to find more applicants for my ever-expanding harem.

The atmosphere reminds me of the webcomic Romantically Apocalyptic but without any females. http://romanticallyapocalyptic.com/archives

Also, what ideology?
 
Also, what ideology?

Libertarian Socialism -- by way of eliminating 75% of the NF's from the world population and having round-the-clock screenings of 'Alien', 'The Shining' and 'There Will Be Blood' in political re-education centers.
 
I really should stop having strange habits - I read somewhere that it's a sign of long-term schizophrenia... when all the symptoms except strange behaviors are not observable.