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Demon
It crept up on me, like some ungodly web-crazed tangle of black leginess, tumbling toward it’s own terrifying self-satisfied destruction, tearing at foe and family, burning with violent intent, it flew and paced and waited and goaded and exploded upon me. A fear, frigid and intense, like lightning slowed to a gasp, irrational, illogical, impossible and permanent and scarring, towering above me and opening far below, a chasm of being, awash without mercy, aghast at my own petty insignificance, a spec of raw emotion in a whirling chaos of nihility. Anger, fear, love, contempt, all indistinct and incomplete. Ambition, thwarted soon as thought of. Annihilation, impulsive life denied of. A tower of indeterminate control. Power without form. A raw compst heap. A blip. Fear itself. Awful. Artifice. Imposition. Fear. Itself. What else?
That one on the end looks a tad aggressive
That one on the other end seems hungry
The Unusual Suspects
imperfect
There is a certain beauty
In an imperfect thing
Evisioned as a perfect map
From an imperfect mind
Some broken state of being
A catastrophic creation
A cup with a chip
A blemished bowl
Some alliterated altercation
Long ago, or closer still
An historic fascination
When this being became complete
Imperfect
When viewed through a perfect lens
Of a perfect idea
Of that which is no longer
By an imperfect mind
And forced to confirm this self
This deluded force
Which sees what isn’t there
And in the absence of perfection
Beauty.
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Wait a Mo
Finally, after all this time, we can call off the search. It’s over. The days of wondering, pondering, wandering, the sleepless nights, this tireless investigation has taken its toll. Who, in the end, would dare claim that it was not all worthwhile? Who could have known, from the very beginning, that after all this, what we were searching for was right under our noses? But it doesn’t matter. We have them now. We have reached our goal. We have found the missing moustaches.
C.T. Curio 