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The Daydream..The ocean sparkles like a floor of sunlit diamonds,
The sand soft, and bleached sugar white. Sun risen high...like a giant hole in the sky, radiating heat, and letting light into our cold dark world. Tall buildings gleam like large pillars of Ice. The ground is Dark and Cold and Worn, Cracked and Hard and Solid but Torn. THe sky is cut by wings of Matallic Birds, as the Diamonds break to reviel giant muscular masses dancing in and out of the ocean.....
.....Running down the docks, the boat awaits, bobbing in the water.
Its vast sails flap in the Autumn wind, tinted Orange by the setting Sun.
A taste for quiet has developed over time; with the lulling of the rough waters, and the soft sound of seagulls in the sky.....
..THIS is a day no True City-Goer would like.
They have learned to love a Cold, Dead world. Cement and Iron.
...But the ocean, it is so much alive, and the beach, warm. Such vast space, unlike the tiny rooms of those Icy Pillars....
Gazing out the window of the 30th floor,
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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