A male reporter. Who has hell on earth day geting to a reading of her book:For 1st time:Looks like their might be her 1st big event of her life: When something extrodinary happens @ the event: They may change her life forever.
A child in the future. Learns of what seems to be alien artifacts. For generations people tried figure out how connect them. If they are even meant to be connected? It becomes scinece projects of many generations of children; an adults. Know a older man. He feels very close. He tries to reconnect with various children, he stuied it with. Mosly girls. He was 14. To find some being aliens. Many mature @ diffferent rates. 1 looks very much same age he did when he 1st met her. She seems very interested in romantic way. But she still looks like a teen girl. This disturbs him. Others look more mature than he does. Which gives him other diffferent conserns. Some are still interested . Some pretend to be interested. Some have moved on to diffferent interests,
A retire super hero . Lost in space. Wanted in many worlds, for defending others. Must decide whether he uses his powers. Against unknow aliens. Hunting a space ship hes on. Of, which he's only human on board. Hes warned, may kill him. If uses again.
A detective, starts investigate what may be a serial killer. Who stabs people in the eyes. And; leaves the knives; still stuck inside. Knives that seem centuries old. & clues that seem to be pointing unconfertably to his life.
Its a young caregivers 1st job; @ a bed and board. 1st they thought is ordinary infection of bed bugs: But they seem resident to insecticides, even the most toxic stuff. The residents personalities start to change. Becoming more violent. But the; residents all handicap old people. With no means to leave. Are stuck. Until 1 night: Every1 starts to kill each other.
They must of heard the jokes. Got to hold her hand. On some distance broadcast. I Hear Beatles remind us , who we once were. Thats going to cost him. I think. Oh, my... %#=+,the audience has no masks,I can see?, or 6 feet apart; either. Doopy makes long walk into the very white House. He has been pardon for the moment. I wonder who she copied her speach from, this time? I have the sound off. Listening to something more hopefull. Instead.
Action Star down on luck, takes job on a Sitcom. Imagining the laugh Track being added latter. The insult of being told when to laugh. " No more " he screams, outwardly for the 1st time. Time in the plot: For bloody action scene. He shoots the stars to death. " Blanking Sitcoms " he screams, over and over. But its studio Audience adds 1 of dying stars, points to comedian telling them when ToLaugh.Whats the difference he snarls, shoting him some more. " U should have better taste", & shoots the audience. Leaving the comedian. "I know your just comedian, trying to be noticed, aren't we all?; but still" Just shoots him in the leg. Then goes upstairs & shoot some exectutives, 1 he watches as he falls slow motion into a pool of blood as it streams in every direction. Rips off his shirt in digust, a woman walks by" Why U do that" she asks."Your right he answers, puting a gun to his head, she whirpers in his ear, leaning close, her large breast smashed against his own large mucular chest.
The train moves past me: A spect in its wake Retreating thunder;without the light: Near; but distant: Roaring like the blood in my head: A dull ache that never quite retreats: One of those nights: It must be: Again:
A woman who feels weak, who dreams about what like be some sort of a machine. Planet is invaded by machine like aliens, who want turn them into machine like beings: She may be only 1 who can stop them.But; will she? (Maybe they some how seduce species in some way, out their specieness?Like a vampire, of a sort?)
To this car this robo call keeps insisting I have:I assure u its very nice, electric, fast: Expensive: Great mileage . My issurance is over due, apparently : Ill pay for it, soon as I can find my immaginary car keys. Their Invisible of course, so looking for my metal detector.
A kids football game
A formal affair
No reneagade game ; this
Organize by adults that should know better
With matching uniforms
I wonder how many, will still be wearing
People; not to concerned: By; the need to be 6 feet apart:
A young girl:Is only 1 I see wearing
What I assume her younger brother:Next to her
What I assume is her father
Her mother told her too?
A good little girl?
To wiser 1?
Reporting from a mad mad mad world
Looking for sanity
In an alternative dimension. On a alien world; 12 o 14 years old are trained to fight. What many see as refugees from another reality. They see as demontic creatures from a version of hell. Or; simple, terrorists. A growing peace movement starts to come in conflict. With the governments that countinue this practive this point of view. They see as a form of child abuse
The once plants remnants float in the air.
Grey, with those mixture, white, black, and brown.
Always the painter it seems
Seeing the layers
It reminds me of the city of youth.
But, it is not fog i see.
No sound of cable cars: Fill my ears
My mask, I remember to slip over my face. But, I still choke: Lungs burning like, centuries old trees.
I smell the pervision of that disipating history.As ring by ring evaporates into that awfull smell.
Eyes burn, with reminders I should buy some goggles
I feel the bike under me: Our endangered enviorment says I should be on this bike. Humanities actions, make the hardest for me.
Years pass,& again it seems like I find myself hear again: But I can't smell or see danger in the air. Gloves, make my skin shrink underneath. Again the mask: Again I still still need to buy goggles