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Winter of FearsIt was raining all night last night. It was raining so hard, I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. Can’t remember why or at what point I began to run. I just put on my running shoes and away we went into the pitch-black night.
I ran and ran even though it was very cold and I was shivering to my skeleton. Finally, I tripped on a rock. I realized then how tired I was, so I hid under the rock. I got bored of that after a while. That was when I got the idea of banging my head against the rock! I did that repeatedly, I banged and banged my bloody head against the bloody rock ‘til my head swelled up like a damn watermelon.
The rock said, “What’s the matter with you?” I replied by bleeding.
“In the future, you will look back on this night and you will be amazed that you even felt like this.” I continued to bang my head against the rock. I thought the rock had gone mad!
“On the brightest night of your life, you will recall tonight and laugh.
in your mad maneuverings,
can follow the path
you found in secret
that one no one else will tread…
if you don't like what you find
you can retrace your steps
you are allowed to be free
of your worries and fears
and float in the air,
light as a feather.
let the wind carry you where it may..
i am deadi
yet i am typing
i am decomposing
yet i am awake
to feel it
i am waiting for you
to warm me up
my ancient wish
i implore thee
without a trace of
don’t you ever think
that it can’t get any worse
because it can.
don’t, you ever say
that you’ve lost your innocence.
because there is, always,
a tiny bit of it
to, one day,
be cleaved off
from your sentient flesh.
i am left awake
to feel every…thing
yet, i am dead
and i am
typing. . .
yes, thom, that sounded alrighttrillian42: a…away from the light!
stephen: our purpose here is undefined.
trillian42: it's ok, we can go ride the soundwaves. just ride the soundwaves!
trillian42: what reason is so important when there is so much beauty. i want to ..
trillian42:I want to stay here forever
stephen: we have a problem..
trillian42: try to keep up. our problems are so small here.don't you see?
stephen: but i feel ..
trillian42: what you feel is infinitesimal, look at the sublime darkness.. it's above us, below, it's in our skin...we want to stay he….
Stephen: we have been staring at the same darkness for so long…
trill:STAY AWAY FROM THE LIGHT
Stephen:it's so cold here.........
trillian42: it\s comfortable here.
stephen: and so far away ...
trillian: IT'S SO CUSHIONY!!!
Stephen: I want to leave…
(stares at ray of light emanating from a hole in the darkness and closes his hand around it..)
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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