the last thread

sugared said:
and it will be a playgrounder betcha. Always out for tricks and games...

it's why
they rarely
leave
the sty
​
 
killswitch
will have
a
significantly insignificant
part
in
the last thread.

dollparts
will too.

without much of an audience,
they will
finally
and unintentionally
out
each other.


suprisingly,
a gustywind
will
no doubt
once again blow.

the last thread
will be
without
happy finish
​
 
the last thread
will have
outstandsing debts:

it'll need an
audience.
​
 
the last thread
will be an unheralded protest.

a prolonged period of
contentment
will have doomed it.
​
 
the last thread
will be flushed.

the next thread
will be the first sticky.


 
the last thread
will matter


but only as a footnote
somewhere else:

...or somewhere
entirely other.
​
 
the last thread
will have


an encrypted attachment
purporting to be a voice-file.
​
 
when technology
passes
this
by;

and literotica

with it,

what will be
the last thread
?

The internet will be replaced, in the near future, by something called 'The Grid'. Over time, I suspect 'The Last Thread' will no longer be accessible.
 
it'll sink like a backwards phoenix.
it'll flame itself to tears and wash away.
it just might drown us all.
 
it'll sink like a backwards phoenix.
it'll flame itself to tears and wash away.
it just might drown us all.

it'll do all of that
in the course of it...

the last thread

will deliver.​
​
 
'
the last thread
will be nothing but

carbonic essence​
 
the
last thread
happened
while you were away;

and emma got a bird tattoo.

check the board.
 
The last thread will have trolls, lies, and tits.

as it should...
and none of them
will think
outside enough of themselves
to turn out the lights:

for the wayward traveler

...or some such afterthunk junkstification.

the last thread

shall be slick with dna
 
the last thread will be brilliant
to some,
childish to others,
followed copiously by a passive hoard,
instructive to a chosen few,
and then be
made blaspheme
and be
totally over-run and obliviated
by fervent mongrels
swinging infidel batons
spouting gibberish
and wearing uniforms of some sort...

a couple of maimed wordlets
will lay in small charred heaps
as wicked talismen

"saner" tongues will prevail

for a while
 
the last thread
will dangle
sad dream-yarn
no-one left to oooh
over its colour, texture
or ply....
 
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