Lost Love Lust

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• the love tribulations of sir Jack Dust.

  There once was a particle of dust.
  It floated from left to right, up and down, and quite typically; round and round.
  It did not crisscross, or zigzaggy-do, but it sure did like that stew.
  Next to a carrot it fell, just boiling and swell.
  A family of green beans floated by and yelled to him:
  “Hey Jack! Guess there’s [...]

• dissmiss & distress.

  The apartment seemed to have collected a decent organization, a couch, some pillows, it was time to go for a stroll.
  Nobody ever seemed to be outside, but Lost continued to hope that perhaps at the pool there would be a sign of civilization.
  The generic look of all the other buildings seemed like a  taunting joke [...]

• spastic & sterilized.

  From her right hand drops the pair of vocal cords straight into a biological canister, her hand still warm from the blood, Lust grabs her yogurt from the contrastingly cold refrigerator.
  Staring at the white wall in front of her, Lust sees herself much like the wall, perhaps their lives are even similar.
  The wall listens, but [...]

• damnation & design.

  Glancing down at her right arm, she notices a scar that wasn’t there before.
  In an ironic chuckle, she is reminded subtly of what line of work she is in.
  She puts out her cigarette in the pot of flowers on the windowsill, no flower ever died of a tobacco overdose now did it.
  The silver lines on her knives screamed [...]