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The driving forces of the calamity had yet to be known. All that was known was the grotesque yoga horror displaying bodies in ever more encompassing patterns. The stoic dance of dreary dreamers. Society as the graveyard of creative venture, ensues insanity. At least.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 05.01.2013 @ 4:20 am

The halls were abandoned, my mind established it the ezzel for the thoughts ready to explode. I splashed and tarnished the pure halls, placing individuals as receivers and dealers. The halls listened to my desires and painted a life fittingly. A perfect modern art exhibit, but still abandoned.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 03.25.2013 @ 1:58 am

I was consumed, light shone down upon me and rapidly diluted my own light. I attempted to stand out, but the signals always closed me in. Every action garnered no response or one to repeat the action. I realized I was being trained for something. I began to resonating the signs of days past on the newest rising. I desired nothing but the complacency of being consumed completely, I appreciated the smiles they gave me when I had.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 03.07.2013 @ 1:15 am

Responsibility was never something individuals from our sector had been associated with. Gambling, Washting, and unclothing were not regularly displayed as the glitz of responsibility. Upon every billboard autonomy was threatened by the threat of responsibility to the whole. We could not pursue our own choice in the cities, we had to dream the rigid mountains of societal desire. Our here a cigarette could be lit and few complained of the impact on lung tissue. In a way we were more cohesive than any social order living for it’s own order, we were a unit built upon disorder. The natural state, we flowed while they built. I am in part responsible merely for that.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 01.25.2013 @ 1:59 am

The water consumed all, all directions and cordinates covered in everlasting blue. I sat upon a pillar of sand, the others built castles and tanned. The jubilation of shore could never reach me, but the water had equally difficult of a journey in it’s attempts. My pillar was all that stood, now an island.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 11.27.2012 @ 11:02 pm

They formed lines stretching throughout the landscape, all perfectly alligned all symetrical. All turned to find the freedom which they strove to guard had evaporated without their observation.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 11.02.2012 @ 9:15 pm

It bubbled up, from all crevices we attempted to disguise it in. Constantly bringing it down toward the lowest common denominator. Millions of species, rising up to be eventually placed back down into there animal bonds. It was a difficult job working for the Specified Intelligent Agency, or the SIA. Constantly, I pondered what granted us such serenity to maintain pursuits for these creatures which they themselves would never endeavor upon. The creation of free will as a tool of control, our newest attempted species was getting dangerously close to climaxing, the human. Perhaps my aggression is merely a manifestation of the weeks I have spent finding a way to decimate there progress. Democracy, I believe to be the answer.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 02.13.2013 @ 2:09 am

As a child, I was consistently compelled to be cognizant of the heartbeat below the cement. Sometimes you could hear it, laying in the back steel flat, some form of shift. People speak of the rumblings as if a monster lurks to subjugate our existence, I am of few minds who feel safe in it’s natural aura. When I was finally shown the image of this organic being, it was on my final day of human life, lava perforated from cracks in the concrete which had before been a consistent cover. I now realize how monstrous nature nurtures, prepping pawns for perceptual ending.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 10.20.2012 @ 8:45 am

They stood still, but not in a manner an average individual would recognize as such. All of them running, pacing, or striving for something so mundane that from childhood they harbored similar desires. A lifetime spent in desire, is a civilized life. A lifetime spent in progress, is dangerous.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 10.16.2012 @ 1:25 pm

The trail had differed in width but not much else. A consistent lineage seemingly strait but surely oscillating, how far had I gone, as this quandary entrenched I realized I was right where I had began. Life provides only so much deviation I suppose.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 10.13.2012 @ 2:51 am

The Security Patent Agency was much like any other nationally conducted orchestra. It had it’s unnecessary extras and necessary omissions, among these omissions was myself. Tim Hammersly was my name there, on this website I will go by a seperate but more personal alias. Call me Radience. This is one of the only loopholes I have found in the aggressive filters of government censorship. You will here from me soon in other forums.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 09.09.2012 @ 9:47 pm

Our society functioned by no other rules or systematic settings and on this day we decided the daily devision should be a reset on our way of living by time zones. Though, we by the perception of bystander lived in the US west, grandleader Zeal, took it upon himself to forgo such a restriction as time. Similar to the restrictions of clothing, sexual devotion, and food which he had already intilled ascendance into our individual souls. His zone was the one to mirror, Zeal was the seal for eternal life to be granted.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 08.16.2012 @ 12:27 am

I would write if only I could find that one word. I needed to be in some form of focused state but could not decipher an adequate word to describe such a state of being. I needed to be in the “blank”, my mind ruminated on the idea of being, til it had passed all opuritunity to be.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 08.16.2012 @ 12:23 am

I sat at the computer where millions of other words, phrases, and simple inconsequentials had been placed. Although this time the process seemed fogged, sense learning how to type at the age of three I had never found it necessary to look down at the keyboard. My hands found themselves blind without any inclinations of individual fingers too a decided key. I relented and looking down to the keyboard, using vision to dampen my new intellectual blindness. Before me there was a single mat, no letters, numbers, or other devices of human communication. Just a single mat, no statements could escape my mind through the device. I had been left in the dark by the progress of technology.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 07.26.2012 @ 10:45 pm

The general monitors were trained to handle this sort of thing. Trained to take in stacks of unpredictable data and make predictions from it. An accident was unfathomable. No perception of such a thing had ever existed and when it occured it became a miracle. A religion born in accidental circumstances called miraculous. The monitors praised the mistaken monitor as an enlightened spirit.

Posted By Derek Dahlk On 05.22.2012 @ 8:08 pm