Life is a cement trampoline.

There were days when the world echoed a compendium of a bleached and blemished shoreline. Everything grey and foreboding, trenches dug in and nothing worthwhile dead or alive could this remedy this etched in life of a concrete trampoline.

Some days, you are simple and some days you are a Juggernaut hurdling into oncoming traffic. Some days you are transparent and spiraling out of control like a frozen bird fired out of water cannon so vivid and grotesque the world would hesitate to beseech you if they could view you or measure your worth. Merely but a machine, composites of flesh and function. – Only good for taking down planes. Faltering – Struggling blindly towards a destination of hatred toward inevitable combustion and annihilation. Great!

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