

The ThrillClear plastic spins in smooth jerks as the pen wanders between clean, thin, and cold fingers each with their own subtle touches and thoughts best soon forgotten.The Thrill
Thick with black ink and potential, tracing a pattern of time and space, oblivious to the class, as the professor speaks of things most students make notes of,
instead I keep my gaze blank, while my pen builds speed, like a doomed jingo tower, after eight turns and removals. My silence is disrupted
only by my pen as it clicks its way through my twitching fingers.  


PawnStark fluorescencePawn
blinds you, unbroken by reality or concern. And deep voices rumble
in your smooth, marble skull.
Slowly, you find yourself on a dark and lush velvet base, silently brushing across polished ivory squares in this sterile landscape.
Black as ink and graced with speed and marble spirals of engraved roses, a bishop slides past in assured and pious elegance.
In spite of such perils,
you brush closer still, held in the cruel, wrinkled
hand of grand strategy and masterful schemes.


Terminal Velocityair rips through my skein of silk my last restraintTerminal Velocity
total freedom at long last no worry nor care in this world of empty space with one simple end
clouds playfully slap me with little puffs of heaven as the lack of oxygen reacts in my head and black masks the view
the muscles of my face contort into a rictus as my eyes are drawn to ignorance is bliss right
I gather velocity until I weigh no more the suit draws me into a final embrace against the wisdom an impulse for one second reigns
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