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Nuunar

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“You are about an asshole, you know that?” he turned to Temilyn.

“Get in that god damn bar!” growled Zane, shoving Temilyn rudely through the door.

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She appeared in the doorway.  Her hair was died blood crimson.  She came toward him and put her arms around him.

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“I don’t care!” he shouted over the storm.  “I don’t god damn care!  Get out of my way!”

Zack hit him as hard as he could but it barely slowed Zane down — instead he hit back harder, full of the fury of the dead.  The rain poured down upon them as they staggered back and forth across the tilted surface of broken wood, slipping and turning in the raging fury of the storm.   They rained blows on each other as they had never done before, their furious shouting lost in the howling wind.  Zack had to wonder as he fought with all his might whether it would be worth it to kill Zane just to keep him from his idiot quest, when all he was fighting for was to keep Zane from killing himself.  At last, soaked to the bone with rain and blood — his own and Zane’s — he sank to his knees exhausted, , unable to keep up the onslaught, holding up his hands in surrender.  “You win you idiot!” he screamed, barely able to see Zane through the gray haze of the downpouring rain.  “Go ahead!  Leave Marina!  Leave everyone!  Go get yourself killed!”

But Zane was already turning away, turning toward the oncoming wave of living water that raged toward them, about to get lost in the tempestuous oblivion — until Cassie appeared, pointing a gun straight at him.

He was exhausted and barely conscious.  They half-walked, half-carried him down to the park where Marina had pitched the hospital.

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“The message was, ‘Tell Marina to forgive herself, and rule.'”

She had to turn her face away, blinded by tears.

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“You want to belong, you know you do.”

“You have no idea how much you piss me off when you say things like that, you normo piece of crap.”

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He pushed the henchman’s leg back up and leaned forward, showing him the knife.  “I could cut this hamstring like cutting up a steak sandwich.  If you didn’t get to a doctor in time, you would never walk again.  Do you understand?”  He held the blade near the minion’s face and the thug nodded warily, knowing he was risking all in that moment.  “So you had better tell me what I want to know, because I have nothing to lose and you are in my way right now.  Who sent you?  Was it Kire?”

Wounded and covered in blood as he was, the thug still gave a weary laugh.  “Why go to all the trouble, asshole?  We killed your father, we’re going to kill you one way or the other -” he interrupted himself with a brutal cry as the flesh of his leg was cut two inches deep and he began to bleed.  He thrashed violently but Zack had all the leverage and held him down so he could only hurt himself more.

“Good luck walking, scumbag.  Tell me now you little son of a bitch or it’s going to hurt worse!  It’s going to go on for a long time and it’s never going to get better!  I want answers!”  He pushed the blade against the man’s chest, cutting the fabric of his black uniform.

Pinned against the wall, he could do nothing but glare at Zashic and spit the words through his teeth.  “Of course it was Kire!  Who else would it be?  It was Kire and the entire rest of the government.  You aren’t getting it.  It’s over, don’t you understand?  We own it!  There is no way to fight.  There is nowhere you can hide.  The satellites can track you wherever you go within 300 miles.  You are totally fucked!” he shouted.  “You let me go now or I’m going to make sure you go through hell a hundred times worse than this.  I swear!”

Zack had had enough so he simply slashed the throat and the soldier slumped to the ground, bleeding his life into the carpet where Zack had played hide-and-seek as a child.  But there was no time to think about that now.  He stood up and turned to go — only to look up and Adrial standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at him coldly.  She had seen the whole thing.  His heart sank, but he had to move fast.

“So now you know what I am,” he said, “and why I have nightmares.  I wish I had time to talk to you about this but we have to get you out of here now.  Your best bet is to go home and say I forced you to stay here while I fought.   You don’t have to hide anything else.  A lot of people know we’ve been broken up for a while. Just tell them the truth, that you had no idea what was going on –”

She interrupted him.”I’m not leaving you, Zack.” she said urgently.  Her eyes were glistening, ferocious.  “Let’s get in the spinner and get out of here.”

Zack took a deep, exasperated breath.  Even now, she was still busting his balls.  “My brother and Kire are conspiring against my whole family, Adrial.  They’re going to make me out like a traitor.  I can’t protect you — ”

“I said no!” she screamed.  She ran down the stairs at him and began striking him with her fists.  “We don’t have time for this.  You are not going to leave the only person in the world who is on your side.  I won’t let you.  Tell them you kidnapped me if you want, but you are not leaving me here!” she sank her fingers into the flesh of his arms and stared into his eyes.  “Now, Zack!  Let’s get in the god damn spinner and go! Don’t argue!”

He calculated the odds with speed he’d learned on the battlefield. He knew it was better to move than stay and struggle with her. Also,if they got caught she could still claim that he had kidnapped her.  “Okay, move.  Quickly. Stay low and stay away from the windows.”  They began to run down the hall but it was no use.  The enemy spinner spotted them and glowing hot rain of blaster fire poured in on them.  They made it to

 

 

The transmission

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Everything became reversed.  A green-purple glow hung in the air over the city, shimmering in the sky like the sail of a ship.  The broken remains of the Biodome flashed and bent the light in total chaos.  People sat mesmerized on the roofs of buildings, gazing up at it, afraid to look down at the chaos in the streets below.  The automated flight-paths of the skimmers were distorted and deranged.  Drones and cars on autopilot crashed into buildings, sending flaming wreckage into the crowds below.  Lights were out all over the city.  There was looting and screaming as a howling wind blew cold across the bay and swept them all into a kind of timeless fury.  People were shaking violently and falling down in the street, plunging deep into trance states they would never remember for the rest of their lives.  Others were pushed out of their bodies, their astral doubles flung into the air to look down at themselves far below.  Many of the most devout Coconstructives simply went insane.  Convinced that the Hero was about to return, they took to the streets with weapons and fury.  The war had begun.  The military sent drones to the outer city to gas the civilians, but they were overtaxed programmed for surveillance, not warfare – so easy to shoot down that it became a game to bait them, waiting to the last minute to blow them out of the sky with small arms.

It was the soldiers who presented the real problem.  And Novosh’s elite Black Guard were the worst of the lot.  Many of the rank and file abandoned their posts, not wanting to shoot their own friends and family, but Novosh’s minions, when they were not utter cowards, went to the utter extreme and plunged through the screaming crowds with abandon, spreading carnage wherever they went as Novosh sat in his lair, watching the spectacle on a bank of 128 monitors and brooding over his next step.

And through it all, all of those who remained conscious were fascinated by the eerie presence they could all feel but not explain.  A  power that seemed to come from within and without at the same time, a kind of invisible glow, or curved air that centered in their minds but which removed all sense of boundaries against the outer world.

Cassie found herself wandering, her clothes ragged and torn, through the city streets just outside the Citadel.  She was weeping, convinced that all was lost when suddenly she saw or somehow sensed with her mind’s eye a presence standing before her.

“Cassie!,” came the familiar voice.  “You should have told me, Cassie.”

Something moved ahead of her and she raised her sunken eyes to see 3Pac standing before her, just as he had appeared the last time she’d seen him alive, except that he had changed his clothes.  He was now wearing a cloak of blue velvet.

Cassie glared and lunged at him, trying to kill him, “You son of a bitch, we all thought you were dead!  I was worried to death about you.”  She struck him on the chest several times, which he allowed because he was so much bigger than her.

 

“I thought … I thought I could do it differently.” he said.

 

500 1-16-2017

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He was amazingly intense, and as he lounged around his cool apartment, surrounded by his awesome possessions, it was very exciting to think that he didn’t have to go anywhere, he could just spend all his time reading and playing video games if he wanted.  He had so many things that he could do, that it was difficult to decide what to do next.  He started surfing the web looking for something to entertain him.  He caught sight of too many news articles, though, and he became very unhappy about the state of the world.  Since he had so much money, he knew that he should be plotting the overthrow of the current civilization.  He would have to do something to fuck with the minds of rich people, since they were the only ones who could really change things.  He would have to become rich himself in order to do it.  But he knew he couldn’t waste his time just trying to get money.  He had to have a target.

“Hello,” said a sultry yet snappy female voice, “I’m an angel of Mars.”

“Holy crap!” he shouted, and jumped back.  He could see the outline of a female form glowing in a strange, candelight-orange web of light.  She spread her vast wings and he could see them pass through the walls and ceiling — it was obvious that she existed in another dimension that was somehow superimposed over the physical world.  She seemed physically real, but she wasn’t limited to the place where he was.

“Don’t you remember that old poster, “Footsteps”, she said?  People used to show it to you all the time.”

“Yes, I remember.  You were always there and now you’re here.  I’m very glad to see you.  But all this energy is too intense!  I can’t handle it!  What am I supposed to do?  Can I go with you to another dimension?”

“I’m bringing the other dimension here.  That’s what this web is.”

“Okay, I’m out of ideas.  You do what you want.”

“There’s a great, evil octopus in the world Jason, and we have to fight it.”

“I assume you mean some kind of dark, astral thingy.”

“It’s a poison in the dream of humanity.  We have to divert the revenue streams to destroy it.”

“And how will we do that?  Will I get paid?”

“You’ll receive everything you desire, if you promise to work with me.”

“I promise.”

“Okay, get back on the web, I’m going to show you something.”

He turned back to his computer and put his hand on the mouse.  “What’s the address?”

Numbers began to flash on the screen.  “This is an experiment.  I’m over your computer.”  The screen came up with a picture of an old man.  He could hear that there was loud music playing.  He was performing a black magic ritual.  He had a young girl tied down on a crucifix in the center of a black magic pentacle, and he was having sex with her.  “He’s redirecting elemental forces, trying to undermine the structures of human consciousness and turn people into zombies.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s in an ancient underwater city.  We have to stop him.”

 

500 – 1-15-2017

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He was doing ritual magic, and then the heavens opened up and an angel came through.  “You’re like a time bomb, ticking away.” she said, quoting a song.

“Does that mean I’m going to explode?” he asked.

“Only if you want to,” she replied.

“Well, what else should I do?”

“Lie down.” she said, we’re going to take a trip back to Ancent Egypt, where we first met.

He closed his eyes and felt the room shift around him.

“The key is to let it change you completely.” she whispered.

“But I still have all this pain in my face,” he protested.

“You’ll never be accustomed to this planet.  You’re not from here.  The idea was to do the job and go home, but they trapped you on the astral plane.  However I’m here to undo the spell, by showing you the people who put it on you.”

They were like rats scurrying in their goofy cave.  They never changed.  They went on forever like that.  They were pathetic, sad criminals whose lives were emptiness and lies.  They latched on to him like vampires.  They thought they could read him like a book, but really none of them could read books.  They didn’t understand anything he was doing, so when they hatched their plot they wound up hurting themselves more than him.  They were such crybabies that they blamed him for destroying their lives.

“But I know all this,” he said, “And yet I still have their disgusting images in my face.  Why am I telepathically linked to them? Why is there no explanation from anyone I’ve met?”

“It’s because you have to learn to build your own wall against them.  They tried to wall you in with them.”

“I miss the opportunities I lost, the girls I might have talked to.”

“I’m much better than any girl.  It will all be added up in the end, and you’ll get another chance to balance things out.”

“If that’s the case, then why do I have to keep role-playing in this stupid world where I don’t care about anything?”

“These people are like sheep, and you need to learn about herding sheep.”

He could feel the reality of the past lives now, how violent, stupid, and smelly they were.  It was just images he had in the 21st century, myths and archetypes.  But actually going through all that had been awful.  Well, maybe not awful all the time.

“What, again, am I supposed to be doing here?”

“You’re supposed to be developing your web presence, one day at a time.  Don’t worry about the rest, I’ll take care of it.”

Then he went to sleep, and even as he slept magical beings were rearranging the world so that something better would happen in the morning on his way to work.

His lousy mood was going to get better, because Catwoman was going to make an appearance.  He would have some reading to do.  He would find a new goal, and put the past behind him, like water under the bridge.

 

 

 

He awoke on the deck of a starship …

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He awoke on the deck of a starship.  The large, central viewscreen displayed the planet below.  He was lying on the floor beside the command chair where the captain should have been sitting, but there was no one else to be seen on the bridge.  His head ached.  He sat up and looked around, anyway.  He found that he was wearing a beige overcoat.  The console on the arm of the command chair indicated that the vessel was on autopilot, frozen In a geostationary orbit over some target on the planet’s surface.  He sat down in the chair and rubbed his forehead, trying to remember what had happened.  Then he realized that he had forgotten who he was.  Amnesia pressed down like the hand of a stranger inside his skull, keeping some dark secret from him.  He had no past and no future, and yet he remembered the general layout of the ship, how to read the controls, and how to check the computer’s status systems and verify that he was the only person on board.

He sat still for a very long while, afraid to discover who he was.

“Am I evil?” he wondered.  “Did I have friends before?  Am I supposed to be on someone’s side?”  It seemed to him that there had been some kind of conflict, something urgent had been happening.  “Does someone expect me to do something?”  He found it better to sit still and wait, for the moment he moved he would have to take on the responsibility of deciding what to do next.

“What was I afraid of before?  Where was I going?”  He punched commands into the console to display the ship’s manifest, and any available information on its origin and ultimate destination, but then his head started to hurt worse.  He had to look away.  He didn’t want to know.  He stood up and walked to the central viewscreen, looking down on the planet below.  “Computer, what’s below us?” he asked.

“The ship is parked in geostationary orbit over the city of Zendaria.” replied the ships computer, its warm female voice echoing softly among the workstations and display consoles of the deserted command bridge.

He decided to take a chance on finding out something he didn’t want to know.  “Is this a military ship?” he asked.

“This ship’s call sign is INA398, registered vessel of the Caledrian Merchant Marine.”

He felt that he needed to get off the ship fast.  If he stayed, someone would find him, and although he couldn’t remember why, he knew he did not want to be found.   “Computer, prepare the skiff for launch.”

“Yes sir,” said the voice and consoles around the bridge flashed to life as automated ship’s systems were activated to carry out the order.  “Estimated time to readiness, eighteen minutes.”

He remembered that there was a lounge on the other side of the door on his left.  He went through and found a soda in the refrigerator.  He opened it and slumped down a chair, eyes closed.  The pain in his head was a little less.

“I wasn’t completely evil, or I wouldn’t be worried about it,” he thought.  He tried to remember where he had been going.  Suddenly the computer interrupted his train of thought.  “Systems are unable to prepare the skiff.  There is an obstruction in the airlock.”

“Show it on screen four.” he ordered.

The wall screen in front of him blazed to life and he could see the gray walls of the docking bay and the pale blue door of the airlock to the skiff.  It was a familiar sight.  He knew he had been there before.  The only thing unfamiliar about it was the pair of legs stretched awkwardly across the metal gridwork of the docking bay floor.  Someone, living or dead, was lying in the airlock door.  He had no idea who it could be.

At that point he could have asked, “Computer, who am I?” and learned quite a bit, but he chose not to.

“Computer, how long can the ship maintain this orbit without being disturbed?”

“With current fuel and resources, seven weeks.”

Someone could be looking for him, but without his memory he couldn’t know what to do about it anyway.    But if he moved the body and tried to get away the cops could arrest him.

 

 

 

 

Captain’s Log Stardate 2017-1-13-2314

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Came home early tonight, breaking my habit of mall-walking.  I posted a porn story on Fetlife, and the next day I found out [Name Removed} has a story on the Amazon bestseller lists.  That called up a lot of politics and bullshit, reminding me of that fake piece of garbage K., and also that girl [Name Removed] from California.  It’s useful that it makes the dark echo in the inner planes that gives me boundaries.  So some magic, and some explanation for all the negative relationships can come down at last.  It’s a specific inner echo, it’s also related to that time I messaged L. from O.T.O.

Why would it be important to be among these people?  I don’t know, but tonight I have begun to see “Elizabeth”, based on that girl I knew in 1st grade, and also “Charlie”.  They are related to the Avengers Coven — Michelle Pfeiffer and Samuel L. Jackson.  It’s very grounding and makes me feel like I could get out of here.

500 – Jan 12, 2017

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Everything became very exciting.  There was a big explosion.  Adrial was naked and he stroked her breasts as she cooed in his ear.  She knew she would die in his arms.  She dyed her hair red, so that all would see what a whore she was for him.  “I love it,” said Cassie, “I’ll do something that matches.  We are sisters of sin!”

“People, I don’t know how this happened, and in one sense I don’t know why.  But in another sense I do know why.  It happened because this city has a soul.  We are all a part of it.  And this city’s soul wants to change.  There are other forces in this world than money and sex and machinery.  We have the right to live beyond those things.  I don’t know how we all got to be here, competing with these monsters for our very lives, I don’t know whether I believe the Hero when he says that they are us.  In a lot of ways I believe we got shafted.  Our spiritual leaders just aren’t that great.  But I know for a fact that it’s better to fight and possibly lose on behalf of a higher power than it is to live your life as the insecure slave of a lower one.  In my lifetime I have watched Usonia fall to its knees at the feet of corporations.  We have no leaders!  We have no religion!  We have no future!  All we have is now.  You’ll notice that Dine Waner and all those other prophets are nowhere to be seen in this now.  They’re out there on the coast enjoying some now full of gourmet food and sacred whores.  But today we’re going to show those motherfucker what now really is!  Today we’re going to make history!”

“There it is, just like I saw it!”  she ran for the hall before Zack could call her back.  It was long and dark, and lined with doors, each with a small window in it.  There were people in the cells.  Some pressed their face against the windows.  Others called out to her, begging to be set free.  She ignored them and glided down the hall as if still in one of her dreams, the noise of the battle fading more and more as she moved deeper and deeper into the bunker, until at last she came to a door that was larger than the rest.  Suddenly she shivered and cried out as she felt something take hold of her awareness, like a fist closing around her head.  “Six … four … three … eight … six … four … three … eight.”  The words were deep and resonant, consuming the rest of her thoughts, repeating again and again until she reached out with her finger to the silver keypad by the door and entered the combination.  The huge double-door slid up into the ceiling with a hiss and a thump and a waft of stale air brushed past her as a wide, dark staircase opened up before her, plunging into darkness.  She glanced back over her shoulder at the yellow light from the cell windows, and wondered if the handful of haggard, dark faces in them would be the last she’d ever see, before she took a deep breath and started downward into a muffled silence so deep she felt as though she were stepping back into the past itself.

“God damn it, Cassie!” shouted Zane.

500 — January 11, 2017

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Zashic spanked Adrial with a leather whip.  Her pussy got wet.  She wondered whether she should call him “Master” the way she’d done in high school. It was a full moon.  She leaned over and gently took his cock in her hand.  She smiled, kissing him tenderly on the cheek.  “I love you, Zack,” she whispered.  He summoned the dark power around him now, and forced her to her knees.   Willingly, she opened her mouth.  He came in it without embarrassment, for she had been his slave all during high school and college.  She swallowed gratefully.  “Thank you, Zashic,” she said humbly, licking his balls.  Then he made her bend over the stone and ground his dick in her ass.

“Zack, I have to tell you something.  I’m more telepathic than I was the last time I saw you.  I think I’m starting to be able to see peoples’ auras.  I still dream about the crystal man,” she said.

“That sounds like the Crow.  See, people think I’m the wild man around here, but actually it’s the Crow.  He lives on the edge of the badlands.  I’ve been out there, but this is different.”

 

The had left the chair at the head of the long, glossy black table free for him.  He sat down and video began playing on the viewscreen at the other end.  It was his younger brother.  He was in a bar, fighting 4 men.  There was a blonde girl with him.  Then he was on the roof of a building, stealing a skimmer.  The skimmer shot through the biodome and into the night.

“Your brother is out of control,” said the officer.  “He doesn’t know what’s going on, but his actions are shifting the balance of power in Usonia.  We have to act now.”

“Yes, sir.” agreed Kryss.

“You have to act now.”

“I’ll be happy to do whatever you like.  He means nothing to me.”

The officer nodded to the three men sitting at the end of the table.  “These men are part of a special-tactics unit in our service.  Most of the time they work as part of the normo military, but they are all ours.  You are to take them to your father’s ranch and pass them through the security system.  They are going to gather the information they need to neutralize your brothers.  Your younger brother is obviously out of control and he is to be totally discredited, captured, and controlled.  We’re arranging some kind of jail sentence for drug abuse.  Zashic, on the other hand, still knows nothing.  If we can we will dupe him, but if he insists on siding with Temilyn he will have to be destroyed as well.  If all goes according to plan, the public will see it as nothing more than a typical scandal of the rich and famous.”

Kryss barely paused.  He had helped arrange his own father’s murder, after all.  “Zashic will never play along.  He’ll have to be crushed.  What about the ranch?  It’s held by a trust now, on behalf of the three of us.  Can they be excluded from that?”

Kire almost winced.  The officer coughed.  They were hardened servants of darkness, but the utter emptiness of Kryss’s response to the destruction of his family gave even them pause.  The leader of the special-tactics team frowned, calculating the degree to which he would have to protect himself and his men from betrayal by this dark little twerp.

Kire was unflappable, however, and responded smoothly.  “As soon as the legalities are resolved the ranch will be yours, I assure you.”  He knew that he did not have to ask that it be made available for the use of the Lornites: Kryss’s life had belonged to the conspiracy since he was fourteen years old.

 

500 Words January 10, 2017

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He ejaculated in her mouth

He summoned the dark power around him now, and forced her to her knees.  Willingly, she opened her mouth.  He came in it without embarrassment, for she had been his slave all during high school and college.  She swallowed gratefully.  “Thank you, Zashic,” she said humbly, licking his balls.  Then he made her bend over the stone and ground his dick in her ass.

The pain cut through his face like an invisible knife.  What memory lay behind it?  He could never tell.  “It hurts.  It always hurts.”

“It’s the spirit world, Zack.  It’s something from a past life.  I can see it in your aura.  It makes me crazy, being able to see all these things and no one can tell me why.”

The ancient power was in the air around him.  Visible thoughts flickered through his mind’s eye. He could tell the spirits were watching him.

A furious, roaring wind blew through the streets.  The civilians ran for cover.  The corpos lay scattered, twitching in the street, their control chips blown.  Skimmers tumbled out of control into the sides of buildings, causing huge explosions that vomited flame across the sky.  The air turned purple and green.  People froze where they stood, their eyes rolling up in their sockets, their minds pulsing with some bizarre music in another dimension.

There was something so powerful happening within him that he would always have lots of money.  He would have started a rock band, but rock had died decades before, the continuous resurrection of its rotting corpse to dance for the crowd ample evidence that there was no real civilization left upon the Earth.

Hyst knew something was up because the building was deathly quiet.  After an attack there should have been a storm of chaos, but obviously someone had taken control of the investigation and response.  No one was running back and forth with messages and orders, there were no reports coming in.  Novosh and his cronies had dealt with it all, he was sure.  But he had known Zack Lambspring in the field, and he had to talk to him himself.  Something was very wrong.

He walked down the hall outside the cells as if he had business there, but when he heard footsteps in the hall he ducked down a side corridor and listened.  It was Jerkoff and Klang heading for the helipad.  He resumed his way and found the cell.  He had a doctored security pass which let him in.  There was a chance they would catch it but he had to have answers.  If they disappeared Zack there might be no way to stop them.  He found Zack sitting on his bunk.

“Lambspring, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Just enjoying the view.”

“Well, in case you hadn’t noticed, there’s an army headquartered in this building.  They have guns, satellites, things like that.”

“Do you honestly expect me to tell you?”

“Yes, I do if you want to get out of here.”

 

Monday 1-9-2017

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500 words a day.  Zashic spanked Adrial with a leather whip.  Her pussy got wet.  She wondered whether she should call him “Master” the way she’d done in high school.  “Zack, I have to tell you something.  I’m more telepathic than I was the last time I saw you.  I think I’m starting to be able to see peoples’ auras.”

“I just don’t know why it has to be so complicated, why there are all these people who claim to hear voices and see auras, and we all have to kiss ass for these idiotic corporations.  I met Dine Waner.  He made a pass at me.  He was talking all about how we choose our lives and I just wonder what the fuck it’s supposed to mean.  I mean, I feel special but I didn’t choose any of this damn country.”

“I’d have to agree now.” he said.  “Before I went to war I would have been able to believe it, but now I wonder … maybe I chose to hate Usonia.”

“And I used to read all about these ancient religions and Waner and all those assholes quote them all the time, but none of it makes sense.  It’s just chaos.  Everyone’s selling their own brand name of spirituality, and it’s just money and networking and asskissing.  Meanwhile the healthcare industry are fascists.  They’re worse than ever.  You know it just sucks because I try to use energy but then I meet someone like Waner and all he can do is talk crap about better feeling thoughts, like that’s going to help anyone.  It gets him paid and it gets him laid, and that’s it.”

“There is nothing holding this country together anymore.  The fucking Nowists are going to keep the war going forever.  Kire can’t even god damn read.”

There was a column of smoke rising from the house.  He hit the accelerator but then realized that the security sensors had been disabled.  Someone had broken in and set a fire.  He tried to call the police but the phone was jammed.  His instincts were alive.  His father had been a legendary general.  “This could be a full-scale terrorist attack.”  He set the skimmer down in the thick woods.

 

It seems so strange to be out here fucking with the Army after us.

“Piercing the veil is an ancient rite.” said the Crow.  “You tried it in your last lifetime and failed.”

“How do you know?” asked Zack.

“Because I knew you then.  You were a soldier then as well. You were killed liberating a concentration camp.”

Temilyn got angry.  He swung the chain.

There was a factory.  It was abandoned.  There was something in the way, in the driveway.  “Let’s get out and push it” she said.  The monster came and ate them all up!

“Piercing the veil,” said the angel, “Is an ancient task.  You must leave behind these opinions.  There is nothing in them..  There is only the vision of that other world, that other story which replaces your life on this earth.”