Upon A Lightless StarHe wanders aimlessly, shambling around in the moonlight. He doesn't quite know where he is, but he knows there are walls, walls and plenty of them. He checks each one, listening to it, waiting for some kind of a signal or a response. He finds nothing.Upon A Lightless Star by ~The-Autonomy-Program
As the daylight returns, he slowly begins to realize that these walls are parts of something bigger. They're buildings. And though he's meticulously checked each one in his drunken stupor, he is certain of one grave truth. What he wants is on neither side of these walls, whatever that thing is, and though he can't quite explain why, he feels that he himself is on both sides.
As the people come
HatemailDear United States Federal Government,Hatemail by ~The-Autonomy-Program
I hate you.
Please do something about this immediately.
CHOP Intro by Matt WarrenIt was four oclock in the afternoon, and Calvin Roberts was just starting to wake up. It was one of those lazy sort of days, like a Saturday afternoon where you can sleep all day and then party all night, and still be able to wake up for work come Monday morning.CHOP Intro by Matt Warren by ~The-Autonomy-Program
Calvin, or Cal, as his friends sometimes called him, stumbled out of bed over the piles of dirty clothes and magazines parading his floor, stretched his arms out, and gave a half yawn, half sneeze from the dust hanging about.
With the shades drawn, his bedroom was dimly lit, but Calvin could still just barley make out the calendar hanging on the wall. Stepping over a plate of
As Stars We May Be MoreAs stars, we may be moreAs Stars We May Be More by ~The-Autonomy-Program
Not what you were hoping for
But wait and see what we have in store
Keep in mind to stay in sight
For something dark needs something bright
Someone who'll stay up all night
And even on through morning light
To glow on for our little fight
And remember to forget your dream
For reality, what it may seem,
Is nothing more than events in stream
In tandem hunting like a team
To break you, bend you, make you scream
And make you retreat into what we deem
A fiction stitched at every seam
To mirror all the truth you've seen
And though a mirror may present right back
Keep in mind how it refracts
The opposite, h