Fractal soundscape popsicle…
Well here’s what I was thinking of this morning in regards to silly things one should fuss about.
Oh the delight of it all!
Enjoy, but before you enjoy take a moment of silence and remember all those sad things… Please?
Oh alright then, I shan’t keep you waiting much longer, how prude — sorry, meant rude of me! May I offer you a recompense for your troubles so?
Eventually the prussian blue Opel ran out of fuel and he coasted to the gravel shoulder.
It was a grey day — had been so for as long as he could remember.
Her head rested against the passenger window, with the blood-splatter pattern forming a gothic halo around her. She was motionless.
He grabbed the child and ran out of the car, down the slope toward the border, struggling to keep balance and speed as he stepped over dark grey jagged granites, trying with dear life to not let the newborn baby boy, wrapped in his mother’s blood-covered blanket, fall from his arms onto the stones…
It was an illegal birth.
The NPP Agency, Neo Planned-Parenthood, who had finally become the vocal arm of Federal Population Control or FPC, was tasked to cleanse and steward the enhanced DNA pool banks, or eDNA Federal Banks.
The agents reached the abandoned Opel and proceeded down the slope, fast on the heels of father and son, intent on killing them both before they could infect the airwaves with the sound of a freeborn child broadcast through Planetary Power Grid Points, or PPGP, hacked into by the renegade arm of the counter counter rEvolutionaries, or rE.
FADE TO BLACK
-Iliad Alexander Terra
It’s a secret place, the land of tears…
Someone who had quietly mourned your absence remembered you today,
Someone who considered you a friend in his private ways acknowledged you publicly today…
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We miss you dear Canyon, we miss our runs, our swims, our joys…
You would lie there for hours, watching me while I typed, and I would catch your eyes. I always wondered what you saw in me, what you thought of me…
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Forgive me for the times I played hide-and-seek with you, and hid behind trees. You would run in panic, looking for me. I didn’t mean to trouble you…, it was all in play, but I know you feared having lost me.
Forgive me when I left you at home and went to work. It troubles me to no end to think of you all alone, patiently waiting…
I wish you were here, but I know you already are. I can sense your muzzle on my shoulder looking at the road ahead we travel together.
-I and E