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The Corners
Perhaps I am at last too far gone. I have become so lonesome that the buzzing of a fly trapped within my quarters comes as a reprieve from my isolation. Just to know that there is something else animate and living within these walls gives me undo excitement. It is conceivably morbid then that while I know that its minuscule brain will render it incapable of navigating a retreat from this unnatural space – and thus with time will wither away and die – that I am still unwilling to see it go free. Why must I alone be trapped here? It is fortunate to die so quickly, while my death has dragged on for years.
By this time you may have begun to question where I am so entombed, no doubt conjuring all sorts of gruesome images, imaginings of dank and abysmal dungeons, and the most deathly of bastilles. Would you be shocked if I were to tell you that I am imprisoned within a suite of no small means? What’s more that the doors and windows would give no resistance should I want to
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Theriocephaly
My brother in the chase . . .
I make less of a trapper than a lymer,
O how I relished every twilight snare.
Intoxicating ichors, that copper tang,
Gore tousled in my hair.
You sought to cauterize a wound I fancied,
To bid me back from spattered moors
But the hunt, she is all I’ve ever loved,
She is my only paramour.
Vain humanity no longer leaves me fêted,
The flourishes of sapience confine me,
Til monstrosities I find appealing,
And insanity seems timely.
So I will devour you beneath sickly moonlight
Toss down the steaming bloods that gush,
Split your bones and gnaw the marrow,
till there’s nothing left of either of us.
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Tergiversation
You’re tender in equivocation,
My lover, my defector, my muse that roams.
Your vote laps at my heart and soul,
My Alkonost with so many homes.
The water is rising in this triangle we share,
But you’ll hold me under if it means you have air.
Sirenum scopuli: his bed, yours, and mine.
Upon this cot of rocks you’ll find me.
I can’t sleep without my succubus’ indention,
Cause there’s a dip in the mattress that lingers.
I’m frightened of painless answers,
So I’ll hold your hand while you break my fingers.
Rusalka, I’m wading deeper in for you.
The morass is past my chest and kissing at my chin
I’ve so little more to give for this
But I’ll open up my lungs so you can pour the water in.
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The Insomniac's Petition
I’ve never been a man
Whose sleep went on disturbed;
Who dreamed in restful starlight
Of voyages on a gilded kite
That’s flight was never curbed.
My nights pass ever moonlessly,
Devoid of star kissed greenery,
And twilight halls of distrait marble
Lead by Lord Morpheus, their king.
His decrees would reach me garbled.
At dawn I wake to bells unringed.
If only to linger there, in the court of dreams,
As a courtier to an illusory house of nobles,
I would pass my eventide with surreal things.
And oh! of the Sandman, what honeyed sleep he brings,
His golden grains of dust yet find me to be ignoble,
If he’d dance on dusky breezes and cast into my eyes a boon,
I’d dine with foreign princes there, like the Man in the Moon.
His pareidolic majesty would entertain me with account,
Of fishing for Pisces in the seas of the Lunar Maria
Or of his nebulas castle spires, and like Lovelace’s Althea
No waking cage could keep me, nor any obstacle surmount
To bar my passage to
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T.J. Huff
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I'm just a guy with a love for art, comics, graphic design and life in general. Enjoying my existence and seeing where the river of life takes me.

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Sittin' here jackin' it.
Yeah, My hand's my girlfriend
Wanna talk trash? Put a tac in it.
Ain't got time for hoes or no-shows
With no flow, you can all just blow me.
Don't have gold or thots, but I can fake like I walk the walk better than half the radio squawk.

I dropped out without my college degree, so I might as well be the next white M.C.
And hey, I know all my ABCs
Which already makes me better than half the trill on M.T.V.
Sure, I bag for minimum wage, but I give it so good your mom's got me on her page -- UR --
I guess that stanza contradicts the first, but the burn's so sick that leavin' it out'd be worse.

Nerdy, maybe, but I decided to embrace that phase.
Mono-white with "Tap target hoe during next sick phrase."
Droppin' bombs in thrift-shop chic -- call me cardi-GONE.
Spit faster than a speeding bullet,
Like the Last Son of Krypton.

I'm phatter than the Great Goblin
Leave your brain splattered and girls mobbin',
Panties soppin'.
I'll embarrass your whole vocabulary.
I'm literally more literary than a library.
In a battle of words I'm slayin'.
Bow to the Prince of All Sayin's.

Didja catch those allusions?
I like my hip-hop with a geek infusion.
See, I can spin references all I want too,
The T.J. Virus is still ill'er than your swine flu.

[cough, cough]

Get your Umbrella just the same.
Cause I'm. About. To reign.
Perhaps I am at last too far gone. I have become so lonesome that the buzzing of a fly trapped within my quarters comes as a reprieve from my isolation. Just to know that there is something else animate and living within these walls gives me undo excitement. It is conceivably morbid then that while I know that its minuscule brain will render it incapable of navigating a retreat from this unnatural space – and thus with time will wither away and die – that I am still unwilling to see it go free. Why must I alone be trapped here? It is fortunate to die so quickly, while my death has dragged on for years.

By this time you may have begun to question where I am so entombed, no doubt conjuring all sorts of gruesome images, imaginings of dank and abysmal dungeons, and the most deathly of bastilles. Would you be shocked if I were to tell you that I am imprisoned within a suite of no small means? What’s more that the doors and windows would give no resistance should I want to open them – but I do not wish them open. No, their opening terrifies me more than all of Hell.

My name by now is of no importance. What you must know of me, if indeed you must, is that I am an island. No soul but my own and perhaps the occasional arthropod exist here. The world outside is a fleeting memory, and one I am both nostalgic for and revolted by. My family long ago gave me up as a shame. But I am no madman. Rather, I am a man who sees! I perceive the perils they are too foolish and stubborn to recognize. They have put out their own eyes to it! Alas! That I could just make them see the world as I see it, then they too would be playing host to flies!

I first saw the cracks when I was a boy of no more than six. Thin things between the trees of my boyhood home in the country. I rarely ventured outside after that. As I grew more aware of them they in turn became adept in hiding. Sometimes they hide themselves within the angles of walls, the sharp line within the corners of rooms, or the gap between the furniture and the floor. Perhaps even now they are about you as you read this manuscript. Yes, this manuscript, which is one of my few pleasures left in this life. My quill and parchment keep me grounded, and I fear when I can no longer procure them then I will at last be rendered non compos mentis. The noose has called to me more than once, but that is what they want from me. I will not surrender to them entirely! This message will cast light upon them, and that is something they fear more than I ever could of them.  

I survive by penning various treatises, both academic and creative, for a choice of publications throughout this city. It is a career that supports me while also affording some anonymity to remain within my carefully protected émigré. While I must keep my eldritch thoughts contained, they shadow the fonts of my papers for those perceptive enough to distinguish them. I am at last ambitious enough to be frank.

What little I know of these beings comes from a lifetime of observation and educated guessing. They are not alive as you, I, or the fly. They are some fell mockery of it, something beyond our human perception that living and departed are the only possibilities. I shudder to imagine it.
As you may have surmised, they are impossibly thin creatures, so that when they turn they become as a line in the edge of a doorway or the slit in a windowsill. Of their front I have merely caught glimpses, often from the corner of my eye or in a waking blur from a broken slumber. They appear almost like the stick figures of childish scrawl, tall, black men composed of the barest of lines, skeletal abominations with no real anatomy, faceless and terrible. Yet if this is their true form I cannot say. They unfold themselves from borders, silent, slow, as if turning into existence from nothingness itself. In my nightmares I am able to taste their deeper ingredients, my mind unclouded by corporal distraction. I somehow perceive that they must hide because they break some primal, immaterial law within our reality that says they cannot trespass here, that the confines of this universe cannot accept what they are. This is perhaps why they refuse to be seen full-on, it is because they cannot be seen, and they are not allowed to be here. I hear them whisper in languages that ought not to be, plotting with one another from outside my barricades. They must be conspiring to realize a way in.

I am merely safe here because I have taken the measures to ensure they cannot conceal themselves from me. I have filled in every corner and stuffed cloth around the bottommost edges of what little furniture I possess. I was careful to select a domicile with as many curves as possible, with several Catherine windows – I have bricked up the others; likewise, my furniture is all rounded, if not by make than by means of sanding off the edges, and I have insured that all corners and seams within my rooms have been concealed with strips of fabric or unsophisticated papier-mâché. It is perhaps crude and I can imagine most would say I have painstakingly set myself upon the ruination of this apartment and all of my trappings, but it is a small price to pay to have a sanctuary from this plague. If I was not before I am now truly alone, barring the flies. They have no hiding places here. I am safe. No lines, no borders. None save for . . .

. . . The edge of the paper.
MS-07F-Z Gouf Raubtier
MS-07F-Z Gouf Raubtier
Unit Type: Custom Commander-use Spec-Ops Ground Mobile Suit
Model Number: MS-07F-Z (Zamiel)  
Developed From: MS-07F Gouf Hunter
First Seen: October, 0079 U.C.
Last Scene: October, 0079 U.C.
Manufacturer: Zeonic Company 
Operator: Principality of Zeon
Known Pilots: Caspar Kind  
Overall Height: 18.7 Meters 
Head Height: 18.2 Meters 
Max Weight: 72.4 Metric Tons
Standard Weight: 50.5 Metric Tons 
Power-Plant: Minovsky Ultracompact Fusion Reactor 
Power Output: 1300 kW 
Sensor Range: 3600 Meters 
Pilot Accommodations: Pilot Only (standard torso cockpit) 
Armor: Super-Hard Steel Alloy 
Max Acceleration: 0.85 G 
Max Speed: 100 km/h (Maximum Running Speed), 310 km/h (Maximum Dashing Speed) 
Rocket Thrusters: 40700 kg (Total) 
Armaments: 
    ·         5-Barrel Machine Gun 
    ·         Heatrod 
    ·         Mono-Sensor Equipped Scattering Beam Gun
    ·         Grappling Nails 
Optional Equipment:
    ·         3-Slot Grenade Rack
    ·         Heat Sword Type D III 
    ·         Heat Knife
    ·         Handgun (Birdlime/Gel-Type Rounds)
    ·         ZUX-197 Jagdgewehr Shotgun
    ·         Sturm Faust 
 
 
A heavily customized MS-07F Gouf Hunter, the Gouf Raubtier (German for predator) was designed for black flag operations, guerilla warfare, and tactical assaults. Many of the features included would later go on to appear in the much faster YMS-18 Kampfer Prototype, such as disregarding a shield or extra armor in favor of speed and footwork. Unlike previous Gouf variants, arrays of miniature vernier thrusters are mounted throughout the frame of the Gouf Raubtier, which in turn gives it excellent maneuverability in the form of short, unpredictable bursts and dashes. 
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My brother in the chase . . .

I make less of a trapper than a lymer,
O how I relished every twilight snare.
Intoxicating ichors, that copper tang,
Gore tousled in my hair.

You sought to cauterize a wound I fancied,
To bid me back from spattered moors
But the hunt, she is all I’ve ever loved,
She is my only paramour.

Vain humanity no longer leaves me fêted,
The flourishes of sapience confine me,
Til monstrosities I find appealing,
And insanity seems timely.

So I will devour you beneath sickly moonlight
Toss down the steaming bloods that gush,
Split your bones and gnaw the marrow,
till there’s nothing left of either of us.

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You're welcome. :) "De rien."
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Thanks for the fave :D
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My pleasure. :)
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Thank you so much for the watch! :)
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Hey, no problem. :)
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Thanks for watching!
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Hey, no problem, buddy. I really like your style.
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Hi there! :wave: Thank you so much for the :+devwatch:! Much appreciated! :heart:
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