Downstairs, whenever? There is no more need for attics, or for roofs or windows in our world.Downstairs, whenever? by ~LucidDiffusion
The land has turned and the tools of above have found new application to appease those below.
On the surface, vegetables are grown only to fuel the machines that feed the pork.
This fuel is planted around cities which have turned to wasteland, which eventually turned to dust.
And that dust was flavoured to feed the stock.
Whilst the horizon receded (the hairline of Earth dearest) nations were tucked neatly in a subterranean chamber, held shut with a padlock.
They say that the meaning of life is not actually to feed as the authorities would preach.
Well, 'they' wo
Global Meiosis A young girl impregnated by the world around her.Global Meiosis by ~LucidDiffusion
In an alley; by the trash can.
In a car; on the stick shift.
An idea is tough, though it won't kick or roll.
But it'll bite if you ignore it, scratch at your uterine wall.
'Abort it,' you think.
But you can never be rid of it.
Radical ideas stick.
You're stuck.
Tough luck.
She fumbled forever through the world
In search of application,
Praying to a hundred different "Gods:"
"Find me another in this situation."
You can search forever
but until you stop and listen,
The festering fetus hiding within in you
Won't feed you the drive to find out what you're missing.
Like No Tomorrow. See, the problem with living your life like there's no tomorrowLike No Tomorrow. by ~LucidDiffusion
Is that tomorrow generally comes, and then you're fucked.
So don't tell me how.
Don't tell me when.
Merely show me the doorway with no door.
I'll burn down the house anyway.
Tomorrow,
When you're not around
Because you're too busy,
Doing the things you're not going to have time to do
Tomorrow.
When tomorrow comes and you've
Nothing left to do.
Explain how you're sorry and I'll give you
My
Tomorrow
List.
Things you can do tomorrow
And when the tap runs dry.
Live your life like there was no
Yesterday
And do everything again.
Tomorrow.
Draft - Good Days During a time of darkness, in an age of light,Draft - Good Days by ~LucidDiffusion
It's not too difficult to lose sight
For history is a timeline of misfortune.
A datebook filled with mishaps.
Nobody ever remembers the good days.
In school they may teach us the great wars that make fables.
But nobody ever remembers the after-parties held in stables.
Oh, on television you may see a Lion ravaging it's prey.
But nobody ever remembers the good days.
The world will tell you to tread lightly through the darkness,
Yet flee from the light.
They'll proclaim that it's the grayscale
From which we shall muster our might.
For history is a timeline of mediocricy.
A datebook
Winter Downs 
Sta.sh
