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Outside it is cold and concise; it is mathematical, factual. If you poke your head out there, the whizzing of neutrinos shuttling through the ether will clip your ears. It won't hurt--maybe startle you at least--rather it might tickle. Something just shy of an electric shock, but pleasant like a kiss. To breathe the air here is uncomfortable, but to speak is to suffer unspeakable pain. I marvel at the ones who sing. Often I come here just to think, and to feel the marvelous bite of hard fact sting dry, whitened hands, reminding me what I am. From here you can see a car accident, but you cannot hear it.
Back in the melting languorious interior: The earth's resonance oms to happy-ending-in-a-half-hour combinations of red-blue-green. Here, nice sales assistants named Emily smile at you while handing you your purchase, and maybe shows concern when an old man drops a penny. By accident I scraped my nail on a friend's shoulder, winced and said "ouch". This is the place where amorous mishaps originate. I hear the clamour of crunching twisted metal, feel the slam against my skull without knowing what is happening to me. It is rather exhilirating, and I think I forget myself here.
So, I'm back from work, and quite exhausted at that. But lookie, lookie in the freezer to fix myself a fancy bocaburger and I discover that some healthy-sized, fully dexterous rats beat me to it, doing little to conceal their shameless act. (although I hate to insult a rat, when it is clear that some despicable low-minded grade of human being was responsible for the heinous crime). What astonishes me: I have been the only body in the building. What goldilocks has been eating my porridge? for I don't smell her anywhere nearby. What poltergeist has a tooth for the vegan patty? Who? who?
Back in the melting languorious interior: The earth's resonance oms to happy-ending-in-a-half-hour combinations of red-blue-green. Here, nice sales assistants named Emily smile at you while handing you your purchase, and maybe shows concern when an old man drops a penny. By accident I scraped my nail on a friend's shoulder, winced and said "ouch". This is the place where amorous mishaps originate. I hear the clamour of crunching twisted metal, feel the slam against my skull without knowing what is happening to me. It is rather exhilirating, and I think I forget myself here.
So, I'm back from work, and quite exhausted at that. But lookie, lookie in the freezer to fix myself a fancy bocaburger and I discover that some healthy-sized, fully dexterous rats beat me to it, doing little to conceal their shameless act. (although I hate to insult a rat, when it is clear that some despicable low-minded grade of human being was responsible for the heinous crime). What astonishes me: I have been the only body in the building. What goldilocks has been eating my porridge? for I don't smell her anywhere nearby. What poltergeist has a tooth for the vegan patty? Who? who?