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Circadian Zeitgebers

Down the street at the corner, the sodium Streetlight casts an eerie-yellow glow on the sidewalk Below, a feint hissing sound emanating from escaped Gasses. Up the stairs, just a few feet away, I'm narrating A sequence of myself carrying a large kettle filled with Chili, my look confident, my shirt spattered with Bubbling sauce, unseen are the remnants of the Bomb Blast...blood-stained parts of a little boy's shoes, fallen Off as he crawled home, not quite to the door. Sleeplessness, a byproduct of artificial LED lighting, Historians Agreed Where hand -held devices and Computer screens disrupted tidal waves in our brains, Leading to irrational decisions by our Leaders, dooming Civilizations not yet born, New, 6-handed life forms were Imported from other planets Un-earthing gold and iridium, along With relics from the 21st. century, In an effort to more Accurately erect memorials to a Vanished society, The Chili Was Good 11/8/14 © james marshall goff

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Date: 11/13/2014 10:33:00 PM
This is so cool, I had flashbacks to blade runner. I love this futuristic Apocolyptic piece.
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