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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I always arise at break of dawn, when curtained solar radiance openly drawn upon a vast wasteland, though thankfully most (boot not all) bipedal hominids gone widely analogous to chess pieces scattered across a giant severely torqued shredded board, perhaps except for a stray pawn. Life distilled as self search engine crawling on hands and feet, (NOT with Google) basic needs, during cold and heat sans eat, drink, sleep and of course excrete (at some distance removed from hovel). Thick cobwebs glom collapsed damp moss covered walls nearly self imprisoning me, where the once glorious complex edifice stood, now...nothing but a rubble heap of scree barely hinting anew of these halcyon hunting gathering feral days, when life seems so carefree versus back when big pistol packing game commissioners roamed the verdant rolling hills of Highland Manor on the lookout for ill eagle looking aliens, now...quiet as a cemetery. Yet such utter desolation (forcing a daily struggle of lovely bare bones survival) matches my mute misanthropic nature - dee void of material trappings, but more pleasing tis the absence of humanity solitary existence always sought out before the global catastrophe rendered most every square inch comprising, the terra firmae obliterated amidst a sea of abomination, damnation, and ruination, nonetheless dystopian crumbled ruins agree able, and affixes a purposefulness to survive by the sweat of mine furrowed brow, nee back breaking twenty four hours seven days a week laborious work - key ping this weather beaten body of mine, (that feels a bajillion years old) in tiptop shape pre pared to defend myself against, the most fierce-some (rare lee seen beast), i.e. another lone nasty, short and brutish Homo sapiens, which sighting re moat, cuz mountains of near impassable huge precariously perched, pock marked, and jagged, debris, an absolute deterrent to all but the most gargantuan, desperate and/or crazy, what me worry, NO..., cuz parameters of life never known to be so clear cut without the threat of nuclear weaponry, where mankind leveled playing field for every specie.
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