|Here is Chapter 2, Act 2 of The Human. "Short Change"|
New MastersNew Masters by ~jackgunski
Come along people.
Lets take a look at this next painting.
Note the fine, detailed brushwork.
This is from Phillipe Ponterass early collection.
Very recently, one of his paintings was sold for
200,000 dollars, which is how we know
that its complete garbage.
Next we have a classic Burgoisse.
This is a classic still life of a jar of marbles.
The light hitting it seems to scatter
into an infinite amount of directions,
dancing across the room.
Unfortunately, the dance is heavy footed,
and this isnt worth the canvas its painted on.
For the next painting,
we have Grhuttenshtuch
PayolaPayola by ~jackgunski
You drink the waste of piss and blood,
You eat the bricks of bile and mud,
And while my sterile food is light,
I still cant seem to sleep at night.
Your worries put your hair in knots,
and stress has made you bald in spots,
I always get my perfect cut,
but Im the one whos in a rut.
Your car is broke, the tires flat,
Theres no tooth left to chew the fat,
You struggle still from day to day,
Yet now I have turned out this way,
For no account can fill the void,
no rationale can be employed,
Your low rent life is hardly free,
yet Im the one in misery.
Machines In LoveMachines In Love by ~jackgunski
The humans taught the machines how to love. It was incredibly annoying, not the machines, but their concept of love. They wanted to talk to you all the time, they wanted to hang out with you, they wanted to be there for you.
At first, it was the biggest innovation in technology. Imagine, a computer program that was interested in your life, a computer program that never wanted to leave you, that was hurt when you ignored it. The developers of the program won the Nobel Prize for that year. It was a massive success.
Then, after months of receiving notifications about how wonderful they are, people will start growing annoyed with th
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Alone, but not Lonely.Alone, but not lonelyAlone, but not Lonely. by =MercytheRose
The typhlotic man perceived...
Not the world around him, but his entity.
"Truly..." he lamented,
"Only I may know my world entirely.
And for each man, their own sphere of understanding."
Inside those empty, gray orbs
There was a knowing,
Intelligent and reserved,
He was alone, but not lonely.
He was green and blue,
and dappled with quilt.
This, the only resounding memory of sight that remained.
Blue-green like a baby's blanket.
With little warm patterns of fleece.
These were his people.
Pulling a square of blue man from his pocket
He rubbed it between thumb and forefinger.
"Only I may know..."
Of Things Lost Where are the birds?Of Things Lost by ~flashingnumbers
They sing, they sing,
but birds from the trees
have all gone.
Where is the sun?
It shines, it shines,
but lights up the sky
Where has the wolf been?
He's running, he's running,
his cries to the moon
And where has the sound gone?
Fall silent, fall silent,
the voices of Earth
Where is our kingdom?
It's burning, it's burning,
the ashes consume
Where will we go now?
Walk onward, walk onward,
this place fit for life
The First Snow
Winter morning in late November,
Outdoors it is slowly getting light.
With a particular presentiment
I quickly jump out of the bed.
Amazed, I look out of the window,
There has happened something overnight.
The whole world has been changed
By winter's white magnificence.
Little flakes are dancing slowly
In front of the window, to and fro.
For hours I could watch them.
Oh, I love that so much.
Winter overcoat, scarf and cap
I pick out immediately.
Und then, full of joy, I run out
Into the snow-covered fields.
Silent, I walk all alone
Through the white winter wood.
Everything is so tranquil and peaceful,
And I am even not cold.
Slowly, I g
End of Harmony
They live among us all
But you do not notice
Your memories fade
But they are still there.
A better time.
It dates further back –
There, both peoples found
Their happiness in peace.
They lived in harmony
With themselves and with nature.
But soon the tranquillity was gone –
There was a great uproar!
A war should come,
Power was at stake.
Blood should flow –
A crushing battle.
In this beautiful life mourn was rising.
A shadow was cast over both folks.
The elves had to flee, fighting desperate and hard.
All died in the battle, no-one could help them.
One of them could escape
But when she saw the dying elves
She started to si
The Felonious PoetThe poet locked in shackles of iron and stone,
imprisoned in gloomy dungeons, alone to atone
for crimes and felonies, so deceitful he is!
Yet the criminal in truth is the writing pad of his.
Sentenced by the law of all nations in concert,
such renowned reputation; oh would he wish to revert!
But alas no whim of his shall be entertained heretofore.
No child passing by shall smile at his name anymore.
What were the atrocities he was condemned with?
He was a con
for his writing was a devious art
he mentioned not what was
but what he meant to impart.
He was a traitor
for he was not true to his word.
He expressed in entirety once,
but the next time he differed.
He was a murderer
for he killed many a time in his songs
the savior to the maiden
who was meant to live long.
He was a thief
for his robbery was also well known.
He robbed the elfish king,
of his jewels and his throne.
He was a liar,
for he knew not what he had last said.
In one song he was