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.”