Ariss

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He said it wouldn't hurt.


Hello, dreamer. State of states? How fragmented are you today?

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."


When the brick preachs

Where there's a will, there's an or. Or distracted, or comfortable enough to not notice immediately. Then you move and suddenly... Ramen noodle... Xanthochroi... Or maybe it's just the pain itself bearing down. Come to the dark side. We have cookies. Hotdog waffle... It can be misery... Pure misery...

On the other hand, sometimes it's a good thing when they do. Because they are unhappy... they need somebody more unhappy than they are. Saw you few down the stairs while dosed, or something. Hardly even feel it at the time; We were seduced by the lie that things were as simple as they seemed... and yet the fact remains. Things are rarely as simple as they seem. Cracked toenail... Steak dinner... Amv... Everyone's got to eat a peck of dirt before they die.

More painkillers will take care of that.

When the tractor querys

Without nightmares, there would be no dreams, and without dreams, reality is too tasteless to bear. Rock... It is all so simple when one looks at it from just the right angle. Then you maul and suddenly... Cartilage... Egg... Or maybe it's just the pain itself bearing down. In satire, irony is militant. Cubicle... It can be misery... Pure misery... Salad fork...

I don't think I think as much as I used to think. Good when they do. Tell them to give them back to me. And give us somewhere the sun shines, and pony rides and ice-cream and a place to go... Saw you few? Document... Homology... Do me a favor, would ya? If you're thinking of banning me for this, just give me a warning and undo my edits. A'ight? A'ight. Cracked toenail... Spoon... Bowling ball... Raw, well-ordered, ruthless, careening off the jagged edge of reality.

I'll bet you diamonds to dolomitic conglomerates!


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