Musings

THEFT

THIEVES

THEFT

STEALING

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAN. That was very explodey. And loud. Like

NEEEEUUUURRRRRM BOOOOOOOSSSSSCHHHHHHHHHH.

[Private to J. Greene.]

Know anything about it?

[/Private.]

[After spending a sufficient amount of time staring at a wall, spinning in his wheely chair, blasting 'More Than A Feeling' by Boston on repeat, and using his cane as an air guitar, all while sitting in his empty office, he's finally resorted to the Forum.]

Where are all the sick people? Has the common cold been cured, because no one is ill today. Seriously, runny nose? Missing a leg? I'll fix it.

Does someone want to at least bring me a coffee? I'msolonely.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary. How does your garden grow? With pretty MARIGOLDS all in a row. Wolf, your noise to INTOLERABLE. Stop the incessant HOWLING. It is worse than The Howling 3, even with Christopher Lee.

And someone who was dead is not? This will not do. Follow the rules, people.

[After staring at the screen for far longer than probably necessary; Gael and technology don't really get along well]

Not real sure what the point of this thing is, it's hard to get a read on anybody through a screen.  Can't you just say hi as you meet people?  No telling just who you're going to hook this way.  But I figure I might as well see what the big deal is.

So hello.  And now that I've done that, I'm gonna go make a sandwich or something; I'm starving.

[Wolf already likes Seattle, in part because of its frequent cloud cover. It doesn't render sunglasses completely unnecessary, but even a degree of pressure off his senses inspires profound joy. Besides, a couple of days in the new digs and he's already encountered interesting people. (Which means information, which means picking up a long-cold trail.)

Today he puts on a mask of respectability, positioning it deftly so as to cover up his (canine) lizard brain; a man doesn't need money to live, but he sure as little green apples needs it to find the unfindable. He'll visit the library Joss mentioned, dip his head down near the stacks and huff the scent of much-loved books, of fantasy, trial, tribulation and happy endings. First thing's first, though.]

Say you're a guy in need of income -- all the better to maintain room and board, my dear -- but you've never been much for wage slavery. Any recommendations on where to make a buck?

in between the walls and the walls have pain. she said but she didn't say, she spent a lot of time here. you can see it. there are stains, worn places for the fingers to find, places on the edges of the bed. you touch them and you know what she was like

meeting places, gathering places.

1. they bring together

2. they separate. inside you there is a magnet, and we all hold one. some of them have opposing polarities, they snap together like they were meant to be connected. some of them are too much they same, and they repel. these are forces of nature. they are not to be argued with. they don't compromise.

3. sometimes you have no magnet and they put one under the skin. acupuncture. they stick the needles in and the needles are supposed to fix or improve upon various connected parts of the body, and sometimes the needles are filled with fluid and the fluid has no name and the fluid burns

4. speakers. you listen. everyone's speakers are connected to their magnets, to their natures. and when the sound flows out you know the truth.

the truth is simple. the woman knew her truth, and her truth was to jump. i couldn't save her. i could say nothing. they tell you to hush and you hush because these are the ones that bind you and these are the ones with needles and these are the ones that improve you. improvement by breakage. like the binding of feet. they shape the break into what they want to see.