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Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Waiting
Breaths
Earth
Bones
Wait
Watches
Watch
Molten
Generations
Countless
Deep
Holds
Feet
Breath

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...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?
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It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were silent, one could almost pretend to be in nature. A forest. A meadow. Crickets and birdsong. But the corpse of civilization is as restless as the creatures that now roam the graveyards.
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Once again the absurdity of my inner thoughts overwhelms me, and I want to crawl out of my skin, escape my ugly, awkward flesh and be a skeleton, naked and anonymous.
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I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be.
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Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.
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I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?
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I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness.
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