Ariss
A tumbleweed drifts stately across the plain. Charred remains of shrubberies pose little resistance.
It was a tuesday. It's always a tuesday when these things happen, not because tuesdays are special or anything, but simply because that is what tuesdays are for. A man approached the dreamer, as men are sometimes wont to do, but this one said only, "You smell."
"Of course I smell," the dreamer replied. "Doesn't everyone? That is what we have noses for, after all. Silly."
Taken aback, the man frowned. "No, I mean you smell."
The dreamer smiled. None of it mattered anyway. For all she knew, none of it was even real, but if the man would go to the bother of approaching her about this, chances were he was onto something, real or otherwise. So be it; still didn't matter. Instead of replying, she kicked the dirt and looked up, up to the sky, the clouds, the stars, the sun and moons, and cast her arm skyward, as if tossing something invisible to catch the firmament.
"Brilliant."
Lasagna...
My grandfather sits inside a rock, far inside our tunnel, boy how I wonder what on earth he's doing in there. Airplane... Lobster... If you are to be our voice, you must know our history. Vaguely heavy... Not so vaguely sloshy... Kakistocracy... I am nothing more than another mind caught in the middle of a mindless war. Faded and peeling a bit at the edges... Zebra... Dead is the new Alive. Only now has it opened to the outside world once more. My right brain is an arse.
Sceptre... But now there is a dot on it, fluttered in with the open door... Hitler... Tire... But we who know life naturally don't care one ounce about numbers! Wii... The moth does not seem particularly happy... Perhaps the Sin Dog itself... Cartilage... Milk... Indeterminate can... Potato... The fissile uranium... Antidisestablishmentarianist... Quote... Communicating badly and then acting smug when people fail to understand is just meh. Reverse osmosis... Crisp as a cracker. So yes. Open it. Zebra... Able-bodied spiderman gimp train... Reality's just an annoying little detail for you, isn't it? Flan... Open it! There is something sorrowful about flutes. The hollow melodies, lilting notes... sorrowful.
Street sign... The balloon... virus is dislodged in the process. The photo is wrong. It happened the way I remember, not the way portrayed, precise and empty, by the photo.
Chamma. Cob...
To impose with a stripper
I was at a mug at somebody's article... Infinity... Random string of utility muffin research kitchens and cheeseburgers with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal spawned by salad forks ablating US Navy aircraft carrier super hornets... Glue... This is the world I made, a garden of remembering. Had too many beers. Harpsichord... The fallacy of the mind. It only happens to them. We are immune. We are objective. We are not doing precisely what we say is characteristic of them in saying that is it characteristic of them. Hundreds of them! Dozens... Neurotoxin... Could not connect to translator service. Document... Rock... It may have been painted red. There is always hope, even when it's cruel. I have no idea, not to this very day. I'm participating! Jeans...
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Oh fuck. Fat Charlie wondered what Rosie's mother would usually hear in a church. Probably just cries of 'Back! Foul beast of Hell!' followed by gasps of 'Is it alive?' and a nervous enquiry as to whether anybody had remembered to bring the stakes and hammers. IPod... Electric toothbrush... Nobody can stop this bath of blood. Blood all over... Limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi...
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