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Courier's Creed - Chapter OneHermes Swift was fifteen and he was the junior apprentice postman of the Lionsfort Post Office, which meant his Saturday evenings were spent in a cramped, dusty room full of letters. It was his job to sort them into bins for the East Lionsfort Postal Route and the West Lionsfort Postal Route. Come Monday, his grandfather and father, the Postmaster and Assistant Postmaster of Lionsfort, respectively, would load the bins into their mail trucks, and deliver them to the citizens of the town.Courier's Creed - Chapter One
Hermes hated his job; it was boring work, and he felt there were better things he could be doing on Saturday nights, like going on dates with gi


PhoenixThe phoenix, dead In your ashtray, Waits for the warmth Of your breath Between her wings. Lips parted, You could exhale embers If you could just Remember The taste of lighter fluid On your tongue. But you doused that fire long ago.Phoenix
The burn of your heart Gave way to heartburn And still-cold TV dinners. Among sinners, Youre a lukewarm saint. And you couldnt wait To stand at Peters gate, But that halo youre expecting Is a consolation prize. Heavens not a last reward: Its f


Intensive CareAround midnight, I held your fragile breath Cupped in my hand Until the radios heartbeat Stopped.Intensive Care
White noise echoed The rattle and hiss Of respiratory Machinery On the white walls of this cell.
Together, We watched light fracture In bags of chemical sustenance: Antiseptic rainbows Dripping from the ceiling To your arm.
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I love anime but i love Comics more.
Those of us that still love American Comics die a little inside when we see a Fan-Girl squealing over a 13 year old boy suffering from malnutrition for some unexplained reason called a bishie.
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"Luck is what happens when opportunity collides with preparation."
"A lot of our stupidity is passed on from people we thought were wise."
Bonne soirée
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Denis Saint Clair
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"Your eyebrows looks like two caterpillars chasing each other across your face."
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