I am weak, and I have needs

The world has changed so much so quickly
and unable to cope with shortages
in this end of days

I go to my adobe
Open storage containers I haven’t looked at for months
pulling things I don’t care about one by one
increasing illicit as I slouch towards the bottom

I retrieve
Like a crime
a lone bottle of Lysol Spray


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Faster than Light- Men Left Standing

This is, for lack of a better term, Fanfiction for an indie Tittle Faster than Light, or FTL. Here is a shout-out to the developers, and you should give them money. It’s a spaceship game, where you control a crew of motley space ranger... Continue →