CapesAndGasMasks

CapesAndGasMasks

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My ties with the world beyond my myriad walls is somewhat..., progressive. Or, certainly, a simple string of progression, if nothing else. I have a different outlook that that which I had the year before, the week before. Occasionally, the day before, the hour. It is something of a nuisance.

The time was stamped upon her wrist, in such a manner as to remind her of its presence whenever she glanced down. The noise was horrendous, and after approximately five minutes she wondered why it was that she had come to this dive of a bar in the first place. Hopefully, they were competent at mixing drinks...

The way that the ocean breeze captivates me never fails to astonish. Think of it; stripped of context, said air currents are nothing more than that. Waves of energy made noticeable by the undulation of molecules, imbued with the brine of hundreds of millions of years. And yet...

vapor

The vapor rose in thin jets and curtains, twisting about itself with infinite progression before slowly dissipating in the cool morning breeze. I looked at the laser rifle in my hands, then back at the small and strangely prosaic pile of ash at the foot of the stairs.

dot

Matrix. The venerable Dot Matrix, of an original line of printers. Or, in a completely different micro universe, a heroine of Mainframe.

meow

Cats. Cats everywhere. Cats falling from the open covers of ventilation shafts. Cats tumbling about within the confines of a popcorn popper. Cats in the garden. Cats. Cats. This is precisely why I am a dog person.

Such is my future, as unwritten as ever there was an idea tossed from one neuron to another amidst the throes of literary abandon. My future, like my novel, is something that waits for me in the shadow of an open door, gesturing.

Wrought with pain. Again. I really cannot imagine what it is that draws me to this place, as execrable as it makes me feel. Twisted. Why? Well, that is something of an asinine question. I know precisely why it is that this location has such effects upon me.

The dull metallic glint of early morning sunlight shown effulgent, glancing off of his bronze helmet as an arrow is turned away lightly from the hard surface of a shield.

The ocean waves lapped gently upon the coarse, rocky shoreline. Soon, the tide would recede, revealing a number of sea creatures; among them, a great multitude of clams. And it is them, honestly, that I thought of when the word "calamity" was uttered.

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“The way that the ocean breeze captivates me never fails to astonish. Think of it; stripped of context, said air currents are nothing more than that. Waves of energy made noticeable by the undulation …”

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