Oxice

I. Could you prepare something, that people normally eat for once? Well we normally eat this stuff you know. That is not what I meant. II. Wait... never mind, false alarm. I thought it was the--- Sky watchers? yeah. III. I'm not sleeping in the tent this time. My back has gotten all these weird pits and sores. Don't sleep on the bones then. Bones? you guys actually had bones put in there? I'm impressed. What on mother rock do you mean? the amount of detail for the camouflage.... y'know the elephant disguise! ......disguise.....? HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HA! IV. Many people died in the process of acquiring the tents by the tim

An Untrained Touch I. My fingertips take a spill, covering your body, in your pockets they congeal trace with pressure, I watch the blood resurface daintily dangerous, and at the same time worth it II. My fingertips take a pinch, a rosy aftermath, almost similar to a singe the color of your lips, now stand adjacent subtly your body gives way, without misstatement III. My fingertips take a break, now I hold a firm grip, no longer I rake palmed, static, to try and catch your heart beats from beneath our chests tearing us apart IV. My palms break a sweat, it's amateur hour, and I accompany a vet this is not your

FORTUNATE CONFUSION(?) I. honesty's approach to life is something of a gem with callousness it often opens up a void within where insignificance meets a freezing desperation a vacuum's symphony to a sophist generation II. the primrose path powered by our decadence said to have a cost but I laugh at the malevolence rather us a hostage and convinced it's all a test a coincidence is only miraculous  if it's blessed III. which leaves me at a standstill unable to contend cause questions are a blemish and will lead to your descent victim to the fear of death for it transcends existence a guiltless trend to apprehend the lo