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By Mike Priest
I am many things.
I am a healer and I am a killer.
I am determined, wholly driven to do my job, fulfill my duty and yet, I could honestly care less.
I want everyone to do better, I want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them and tell them to stop giving half of themselves and just give their all.
No, that isnt true- I want them to tone it down, I want them to relax, to not worry about every little detail, I want to
I dont know what I want.
DEFENSOR! screamed Prowl. What are you DOING??
Wreckers: The Valley Ironfist blinked.
The intense pain that had cascaded through his head seemingly only a moment before had vanished, as if some invisible switch had been pulled. Even before he took in his surroundings, Ironfist knew something was wrong. The jolts of searing pain that preceded his blackouts usually left their mark and then overstayed their welcome, leaving his head throbbing for hours afterward. But this time he felt nothing at all upon coming back online.
That was the first surprise. The second was far more befuddling; the reveal of a vast metal plain that stretched in all directions around
TF- Day of D.R.I.F.T."Day of D.R.I.F.T."
by Mike Priest
"Thank you for accepting my invitation!" Doctor Fujiyama, the famous scientist, exclaimed.
Spike Witwicky and Chip Chase entered the laboratory, followed closely by Optimus Prime.
"Thanks for having us, doc! We're eager to see your latest invention," Spike said cheerfully.
"My friends meet D.R.I.F.T.!" Doctor Fujiyama, the famous scientist, said as he pressed a button on the wall. The wall slid up, revealing a white robot, only slightly shorter than Optimus Prime. It resembled a real Transformer, but there wer
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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