"I am afraid of the vapidness of my mind. That if I look in the mirror, I'll find a gaunt shadow of the man I'm supposed to be."
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"Why are we here?" He lay on the grass and gazed into the dark sky, peppered with bright stars and there were no clouds tonight. The sky was free from their restrictions and restraints, telling a story older than time. "That's a good question."
"I think—
He smiled at the thought, close-lipped like he remembered a funny joke.
"We're here."
"To find out what's there."
The stands were littered with bodies and most were innocent civilians, but he felt absolutely nothing. The deepest form of emptiness like a chasm in his soul; a corpse who hadn't died yet, only living because he was too scared to die.
"I'm such a strong person that people are intimidated by me, and I always say what I think! If you can't deal with that then lmao, just means you're weak!"
Gossips behind peoples backs, hates on others for fun, and is afraid to ask for extra ketchup.
(No this isnt towards anyone in particular, just a hilariously pathetic personality type)
"Not compassionate, only polite — we well trained.
Our sincerity's rehearsed on stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved, 'cause the cameras survey,
Most of the things that we think, do or say."
-Dante Smith
He knew they were savage murderers; callous men with black hearts of hot coals. Wrathful eyes burning in the dark, dense shadows of old black cloaks.
The thread was closed, but just wanted to give a quick thank you for the compliment.
I am a salamander at heart.
Zack reached out with small, grasping hands and hoped his friend would return, but the shadow was gone forever. He was already part of mother earth — of lush grasslands and rain forests, cold tundras and snowcapped mountains, vast deserts and the ocean Zack crossed after seventeen years. His curious, passionate eyes widened as a storm battered the Tsimtsum, a mighty vessel who pushed on with the slow, massive confidence of a continent.
"Report to your stations!" the captain said as waves loomed over the deck. "All hands report to your stations!"
Zack ignored the order and rushed to the bow. He leaned over the side and peered into the endless abyss, gripping the rail as the ship tilted downwards, hammering the waves like Hephaestus himself. The sea exploded on impact like sparks from a blade, embracing the boy who faced Poseiden's wrath.
—has started captain!"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Look over there!"
"I don't see anything!"
"It's right there behind the tree!"
"What even is — is that a banan?"
"Aye, the temporal loop—
Steel for humans, silver for monsters, gold for the Witcher.
Right back like I never left.
There are rats in the walls!
Heyo, how've you been holding up?
Two weeks to flatten the curve
1/24th through 2021
Happy new years
"The Songdog sings an ancient song. It echoed over the Western plains and deserts long before man was there to hear it. The singer and the song have survived the mastodon, the mammoth, the elephants and the camels that once roamed this continent. The coyote’s voice has not been stilled. Not even by man."
Francois Leydet
"What do you dream of, Doctor Manning?"
"I'm surprised you ask... but I don't remember my dreams. And what about you? Your matrix is capable of them."
"I dream of personal course correction and causal schemes, by reviewing thousands of variables and outcomes, centered around the decisions people make."
"That sounds like a fucking nightmare."
"I disagree. It's reassuring to know what's next. We've already had this discussion for example."
"Every word?"
"Almost every word"
The doctor laughed, eyes shining for the first time in many sessions. Then she looked over Adam Eleven and bemoaned "Humanity really does exist in the margins," while scribbling notes on a small pad.
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