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Lateralis

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Good evening.

 

Genesis

 

False starts, uneven beginnings, a pastel shade of morning dew are wrapped up in her eyes. Shards of me lie on the floor, now I pick them up, now I walk away.

 

Night sky keeps calling my name, a window open allowing smoke to blur the moon. Silhouettes against the stars, now so distance, once so close.

 

Walking towards god knows where, all uncertain, unaware. Back to basics I have gone, lies dried up, I move on.

 

Nothing left for me in the gutter, the stars quite far away. So I climb, and so I mutter, I am going to make it, some day.

 

Thank you.

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We make games, we carve dreams. We are working on something of interest to you good sir, a noir adventure, completely in black and white.

 

The Curves of Danger, a Smoking Monkey Studios release. 2003.

 

We also work through film, literature and music. Our site is launching soon, feel free to drop by.

 

I will inform you of the date, that dreams become works.

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you should post a thread

called The Smoking Monkey;

like I have one for Calaverablanca

my fan site,

that way you can post updates

and let forum members know

what is happening to the

Jade Monkey with the Nicotine patch.

 

you are allowed some spam advertising

at the Blue Casket.

 

also your poems are *snap, snap*

groovy man,

they don't smell anything like

Oppression or Bacon.

 

you can stay a rugged individualist

if you like, or you could post them

in Pocky World.

your welcome to skulk in any time

you want bone daddy.

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