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Voight KampffCan you tell the difference betweenVoight Kampff by JeffreyRebowlski
a robot and it's answering machine?
Keeping SchedulesGoing out of my mind,Keeping Schedules by JeffreyRebowlski
Going out of my mind,
I’ve run out of time!
It’s why I’m out my mind!
RUMINATION #1: THE FROGS, PART 1 of 4Rumination #1RUMINATION #1: THE FROGS, PART 1 of 4 by JeffreyRebowlski
Waking up with a splitting headache on a handy spit of wall; webbed hand holding tightly in fear that some brain were to slip out. The frog rose; his chair reclining forward with him; seat belt still tightly grasped around him. “EARP!” someone called; but he was too distracted to notice; as in a moment of panic he began to fidget with the clasp. Coming out of the smoke two small silhouettes raced head down towards him. “Earp!” he spotted Rupert in the lead of Croak; clambering down a piece of something blasted and destroyed in rush to help him. “Are you alright-thought we nearly lost you old boy?” he patted him as Croak checked his wound; “How is he?” Croak shook his head casually
“If its serious-to early too tell,” said the stouter frog with a noise that of clearing his throat. Meanwhile Earp was still fixated on the dastardly bit of plastic holding him prisoner. ”Listen; we better get a mo
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.Sometimes I Lose Things by tribble-of-doom
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id
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