She took out the long wooden stake and drove it into his heart
The vampire shuddered once before collapsing to the tabletop
Emily smiled. Buffy had nothing on her
Alan took a step back from her, horrified
Killing someone in cold blood because they liked their sirloin rare seemed a bit over the top
Behemoth ideas abound inside my head
It causes a humongous headache since I want to do them all, yet
Gargantuan amounts of time is needed, and that I am all out of
The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic
Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form
Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass
Handing it off to the whisperers of binary
Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast
Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation
Lifting it from an inanimate object
Obscuring the line between animated and animator
Giving the world a new fascination that
You can hold in your hand
Perhaps he pretty much was a slouch
Obviously because he never left his couch
Under that gut he had quite the brain I can avouch
Could be churlish and his taste quite louche
He made his money from selling his indoor poncho with a built in …
Composing art through words and images
Inspiring imagination and thought through deep story telling
Nobody is falling asleep in the dark, too much emotion and adrenaline
Everyone is mesmerized by what is happening on the big screen
Many will watch it again at home, but that collective theater experience is special
Allowing for a brief moment a community zeitgeist that can be transformative
There were times he just wanted to get away
Race from wherever he was to someplace new
A place where no one knew him
No way that was going to happen now
So many things had happened over the past few years
People recognized him everywhere
Only if he could go back to being a nobody would he be truly happy
Reaching for his wine glass he raised a toast to himself
That’s what you get when you figure out the path to making it big
Letting the coin spin in the air
Unclear what fate would determine I feel my anxiety rise
Catching it and slapping it on my wrist my anxiety fled and I felt content
Knowing that my future had been decided
Finding the boarders of his existence
Realizing that what he pictures isn’t infinite
And that is strangely okay with him
Making his world more intimate
Enveloping him in a hug
Jumping fists flying through the empty space
As breath explodes from her chest
Blow after blow on her imaginary opponent
So he was happy with being a circle
He liked that better than being a square
And he loved all the food pyramid equally
Perhaps he should have used the heart attack as a stop sign, but…
Eventually it caught up to him, and he was placed in a rectangle box
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