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Silent apology

Tiny life delicate in its strife, tentatively reaching out with no reason to ever doubt. Presence looming all around, never one to turn away the crowd. We take withoit care,, ripping you of your elixir bare.

Yet you remain so steadfastly loyal, Home to small and large alike, if only we didnt feel the need to fight. You hang your head in shame, will we always hold you to blame.

Dros' story

Hey guppies, I have got a new Fish food to feed you! And please if you have any comment, questions, or requests I am happy to answer!

Anyway enjoy my first chapter of my new story, and please help me come up with a name for it.

Hey, my names Dros and I know I am a robot and have an incredibly good-looking face, Not. It's a long and painful story that did not make me a hero or a villain, so I basically spit in that common and overused tropes face. Right now I am practicing with my band, Us drum players don't get enough love. As luck would have it, we have a show tomorrow, and we keep getting more and more people to play too, I guess in Gotham the word goes around fast. I am happy, of course, but I have to hide myself. Let's get real, we all hide our true face anyway, so what difference does it make? And thank the killable God that am an atheist and that they think my face is just some cool mask I made myself. Anyway, back to the jam session that I am killing it in right now. And now the songs over, great. “Looks like it's late”, the basic metal lead guitar and singer said…. Just kidding, his name is Fluffy,” let's pack it up for today.” And so, like the nice person I am, I helped clean up and packed my shit up. I said my goodbyes to my guys, girls, and nonbinary sibling in arms. I walked with them to the door, but since I live where we practice, so I don't go any farther.  The studio is owned by me. I am one of the last radio hosts in Gotham, but since it pays like ass, I hack and do IT on the side. The studio has two floors, downstairs is where the magic happens, and upstairs is where the studio room and radio equipment are. Neon lights are in every room and light everything in my domain but the bathroom, I don't use the bathroom, so what's the point? It's hard wood downstairs and carpet upstairs to lessen noise from footsteps while on air. I live in Gotham, so you bet your pale flat ass I got cameras in every corner of this place.

The last person leaves and I sigh in relief. I got to go shopping because I need a new charger and cat food for the strays outside. I get my bag and grabbed cheese and cringe skate board and ride my way to my fav convince store. The air is warm from the energy from the building and the sky is black, but the city lights keep everything alive. As I am getting closer, I see something move in the alleyway next to me. And like the white hoodie wearing robot I am, I go to check it out. Is that the red helmet fucker? He just parked his motorcycle and immediately started to climb that building to my left, without looking over to see my dumbass. The big shit didn't see me. That fucker broke my old stake board that was fresh as fuck. The red helmet fucker threw it at some purse snatcher instead of getting off his lazy as and catching him. My poor baby was broke in two! Suddenly a light bulb showed itself on my screen. You know what, I think I have some spray paint in my bag. Am going to tag his shit. I take my spray can out and began to work my magic. When am done, I put a clear coat on that shit and a finish coat. Good luck fucker, that shit is staying on. Well now that's done, I feel better. My child has been revenged. I then got on my cringe stake board and dipped. I made my way to Miss Jar’s store and walked in.” Dros, you better wipe your damn feet.” Miss Jar yelled from behind the counter.” Hello to you, too.” I said back.” have you been eating?” Miss Jar asked me.” yes, and thank you for caring.” I answered. “ Well someone has to, lord knows you don't.” she quipped back. “ I just need two things then am gone, and look the doors on my way out. I saw one of those mask wearing heroes on my way here.” I knew where everything was, so this would be quick. Furthermore, I got my shit and left after saying goodbye to my wannabe grand mama.  On my way home, I noticed the red helmet guy's bike was gone. I went inside and called it a night. 

  Then I woke up the next morning and bid my morning routine.” Man, I want coffee.” and because I am a slut for the shit, that's exactly I did. I got my shit to together and went to the closest and best coffee shop in town, Merry Ants. As I rode into the shop, I noticed the sad look on Marry’s face. “ Hey, what's wrong?” I asked the young woman. “ Dros! It's nice to see you. I am sorry but, … today is the last day that we are in business. That means this is the last time you can get coffee here,” Ant said with a sad smile on her face.” what? That's so sad! I love you guys!” I complained, displaying and frowny face on my screen. “ Well, here is your usual. Enjoy”, she told me. I grab my coffee and left. Just as I turned the corner, THE FUCKING BATMAN shoves me and spills my coffee all over my white hoodie. I have a show in a couple of hours. That was Ant’s coffee too :( .

It's okay, I will just get another one. I walked back to Merry Ant’s. “ Hey, marry? Am back! Some asshole spilled my coffee all over me.” I said, walking in to get another coffee. “ Am sorry there is no more coffee, after that superhero crashed into my store. I gave you the last thing we had.” she said.” What! That's why you have to close?” I asked. “ Yea, I don't have the money for new supplies or to fix the damage, and since I still owed payments on the building so the people I bought it off of want all the money owed up front…. Am sorry, am rambling.” she looked like she was about to cry. Oh no, I get stressed out when people cry. What the hell do I do? Am too anti-social for this! “It's okay, am a friend and that's what friends are for.” I said trying to pass this charisma skill check. “ Your hoodie! I can fix it for your show!” she stated wide-eyed. “ You really don't have too but please?” I asked, “It's easy, but it's a family secret I got from my mom!” she said to me. I pulled my hoodie off and gave it to her. She took it to the back and when she came back my hoodie was whiter than ever! “ Thank you so much and you're the best!” I said as I pulled on my hoodie and walked out the door. I made my way to miss jar’s store to get “breakfast” or at least that's what I tell her, but I really just want to talk. She is like a grandmother to me. She makes me behave. “ Good morning” I yelled at her.” I may be old, but I can still hear just fine, did you hear about Ants? Let me tell you! Someone's got to show those superheros and villains that us common folk will make them pay for the destruction and lives they ruin.” Miss Jar yells at me, but I don't take it to heart, she is old and going deaf.

But maybe she is right. Maybe it’s time for someone to make a none violent move movement to help the world.

I'm crawling out of the sewer to say it again: don't let anyone stop you from writing what you want to write.

Don't let people saying your writing is too 'self indulgent' stop you.

Don't let people saying your writing is 'not original enough' stop you.

Don't let people saying 'you shouldn't write this' stop you.

Write what compels you.

You ever write something and wonder how did i get here yet it just fit's so perfectly that you can't bring yourself to deny it.

i wish i could share the mini movies i create in my head every time an idea pops into it, instead of opening my notes app, staring at the blank page for several minutes trying to find the right words to accurately describe every detail, and finally feeling immensely frustrated because i can't manage to put into coherent sentences what in my mind keeps playing over and over again, until i lose all hint of inspiration and the pattern repeats itself again as the hours go by. It really makes me sick.

Stay here-

Through pout or pain or peskyness

graves grow no green that you can use.

gwendolyn brooks