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PrOPAGANDA - Chapter 1
Our story began on a warm summer day. Our meeting was not a normal one. Our bond isn't normal either...
I'll tell you the story from the day we met.
Finally, summer vacation! School had been a nuisance, since the days were so long and boring.
Selene pulled out a small mirror from her purse and checked her make-up. With her hand she brushed trough her curly red hair. Under two fine eyebrows gazed two intelligent green eyes back at her. Selene let out a sigh. She had been checking her make-up all day, because tonight she would meet someone special. The company of this guest made her very nervous, and a little sick to be honest. After one satisfying look in the mirror she packed her bag and gave it to her servant. Tabatha gasped when she felt the weight of the bag, but wisely kept her mouth shut after one irritated glance from Selene. She was not in the mood to tolerate her servant's complaints, she h
Our story began with a bump, well... At least mine, his was already started. I will tell you our story, that is quite shocking. It is a story about trust, betrayal and governments. Ah, which story isn't about a fucked up government. But this story is a bit different.
Maybe... Before I start with my story, I'll tell you about the status and history of this land. It is of great importance to know that, because you would not understand the rest of my story without this crucial knowledge.
Long ago, when the humans ruled the world, there were experiments on brain functions. It is known that humans only use a small part of their brain, and they were trying to get more parts under their control. Those filthy creatures used poor people, in exchange for food for their families. The experiments were horrific, painful and humiliating. But eventually there were results. The subjects became smarter, and used their brain more efficiently than any other, normal, human. But the sub
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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