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Maisey settled her morbidly overweight form onto the small blue loveseat and waited for her sister to finish preparing their dinner. She wrapped a red sweater tighter about her to keep out the early autumn chill. On television some handsome dark-haired man was draping his long legs over the arm of an overstuffed black chair. Maisey stared at him as he smiled a little at someone off camera. His dark eyes made Maisey feel weak. Another man walked on screen and called the dark-haired man Adam. The name fits, Maisey thought, looking at the giant cobra figure behind the black chair. She could hear


Something MoreSomething MoreSomething More
Joe stared into the campfire. Orange, Yellow, Green. Lights wrestled for control. Why? It didn't really matter. The same people always came out on top anyway. Just do your job and collect your pay at the end of the month. At least, that's the way the other hands looked at life. The wind picked up, and Joe pulled his blanket tighter about himself. He moved closer to the fire and spread his hands out for warmth. In the darkness, a horse whinnied. The cry was answered by the other wild horses. The ranch hands' horses seemed to sympathize with their own


Blood SongBlood SongBlood Song
A song from the stars sings in my blood. I answer that song With music of my own.
Blood song play in me; Blood song stay with me.
Intertwining my spirit with an alien spirit, Two beings shimmer and merge into one. Learning her secrets, I share my own.
Blood song play in me; Blood song stay with me.
Purple oceans with blue beaches visit my dreams. I sift alien soil through my fingers, And touch the blood red leaves of alien trees. The blood song plays in me.
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"If we don't fight for our freedom....who will?"
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"If we don't fight for our freedom....who will?"
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