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Asexual watching monster porn for the creature designs

You want to get off your computer

You want to get off your computer and go here.

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ily

I love you

I loved you

I always will, always have

Even when I’m gone, I’ll love you from above,

Because love isn’t where, love isn’t when, love isn’t why…

Love is us.

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You and I, in Love

When I look at you,

I see love.

In all it’s raw beauty

And naked glory,

I see love in you.

This is love.

And delicately, we keep

Each and every memory,

Strung and woven

Into the silk of our hearts.

Kept in the pockets of our minds,

So that we may never forget.

This is us

And this is our safe haven,

Our vault in this world

Of unhappiness and loss.

This is home.

-A.T.M. (rob.com)

9-17-21

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currently reading: The Loom of Tancred by Diane Pearson (1967)

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currently reading: A Separate Peace by John Knowles

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btw for context, i was talking to my cat

"I thought you were a bad guy. I didn't trust you... I still don't, but somehow now, I worry less."

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"I thought you were a bad guy. I didn't trust you... I still don't, but somehow now, I worry less."

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lemons

“Come on! Don’t be so down in the dumps. It wasn’t that bad,”

“Yeah... no. It WAS that bad- I just don’t know what to do with all this responsibility.”

“Well, ya’ know what they say: ‘when life give you lemons, wash ‘em and store them in the fridge until you find out what exactly it is you wanna do with ‘em!’”

“No one says that.”

“... I do?”

“You’re not helping.”

“And I’m someone...”

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sandwich

“I was sitting here, eating a sandwich and he was across from me, just looking. Nothing much.”

“So, why are you angry?”

“Because I stood up for a moment to get something and when I got back, he disappeared,”

“Okay...”

“and so did my sandwich.”

“Oh.”

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The Topic of Death: What Becomes of Us?

When I am met with the dilemma that is the question of what happens to us after death, I sit and think.

Death isn’t something I control, and neither is what succeeds death a question I can answer.

We live until we don’t... then what next?

Scientifically, we decompose.

Spiritually, the soul moves on.

Personally, I’m unsure of the unconsciousness.

...but really, what happens after death?

Flesh and bones, tissue and meat, solid and liquid.

We were before and we will be when we die until the imagery of death encapsulates our beings and devours us whole.

Then we move on.

We become one with the earth.

Reduced to a lump of mass, just existing in the present as a work of the past. 

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Here’s to

Here’s to the soldiers who’ve fought bravely at war

Here’s to the travellers who’ve sought near and far

Here’s to the doctors who’ve saved many lives

Here’s to the husbands and here’s to the wives

Here’s to the mothers and the fathers who care

Here’s to the children- the hope, future, and heir

Here’s to the farmers, writers, and dancers

Here’s to the questions seeking their answers

But, most importantly, as I sit and recall

Here’s to the love that connects us all 

- A.T.M. (rob.com)

June 19, 2021 [ first draft written 3 years ago :D ]

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“Well, uhm… that’s not what he said word for word, but that’s what he meant… so it’s not miscommunication if you got the message.”

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My Summer Sun

The summer’s warm and so were you.

The breeze’s nice and you were too.

The flowers bloom beneath the blue

Where you and I admired the view.

And here I sit, to start anew,

But is that something I can do?

The sky’s gone dim, the night is due.

The sun’s now gone and so are you. - A.T.M. (rob.com)

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After much deliberation, you finally decide to fulfil their long-time dream of living in zero gravity. The only catch is, they can’t stop going up. They scream and plead but they’re rising at an alarming rate. With nothing to hold and no one to help them, they panic, some losing consciousness and others losing their breath. Those watching from below - and from above - could only look at their unfortunate souls. It won’t be long until one of them meets something...

You have a power to gift people special abilities, but you cannot gift them to yourself. You are a assaulted by gang of bullies who threaten you to give them powers, but little do they know you can add a side effect as well.