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After Reading Amiri Baraka Notice the African spiritAfter Reading Amiri Baraka by ~An-san
breaks in the white dead eyes
of others. Knows not what we
are, sees not who we are, feels not
why we fight. Broken but black,
Martin Luther knows, sees,
and feels. Why he is a King!
And kings keep their heads
among the clouds, having
reached their dreams. Have we
reached our dreams? Ask me not,
but notice the African spirit,
tiptoeing in the heart,
all until boom! We break
and shatter the fetters
And then we stand
to see the world with black
eyes, alive
and strong.
A Very Important Guest Briony groaned when the old door's hinges squeaked unhappily. She peered out from underneath the covers.A Very Important Guest by ~An-san
"It's not even sunrise yet!"
"Get up! Up, up, up, Brie-cheeks. You should be ashamed! Your brother was up an hour ago. We have an important guest today."
Her sleepiness vanished instantly. An important guest meant she was going to work in the kitchen today! Anything was better than field chores. Briony hopped out of bed and searched for the clothes she threw on the ground yesterday.
"Mother, where are¬-"
"Don't even think about wearing those smelly old things." Her mother walked out, dirty clothes in hand. "Wear t
Rant 4 hamartia is the tragic heel not dipped inRant 4 by ~An-san
chocolate fudge swirls in every bite of a
vampire whose interview cost him the
Job who forgives and forgets to turn off the stove coils
like an ouroboros in eternity all things fade to bright white
light up the sky with dazzling fireworks burning in hellish
sunshine on my dirt-stained pants after a cardio
run down to the store away your precious whecious treasure all that remains beyond
time is a-wasting my cake frosting on your plastic spoon it to your open
cheeky is the little squirrel burrowing owl of
the haggard forest by the lonely pond
-erous textbooks of life
GOMLCrackcase: Opus Epic The morning of St. Valentine's DayGOMLCrackcase: Opus Epic by ~An-san
Aras Duval awakens this Sunday morning on the crooked table of his apartment, head planted on the coaster of the knocked-over coffee mug. He sees the coffee stain and attempts to wipe it away, discovering that his fingers lift a dense layer of dust along with the coffee. Aras blinks, and realizes his entire apartment is in a similar condition: junk upturned, furniture with more coffee stains, and all clothed in filmy dust.
He decides at once he must clean the place. It is difficult to remember how it ended up this way, but certainly, if someone attempted now to step throu
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