Other People's Shite: Patsy's Stolen and Repurposed Designs_The Pursuit of Knowledge_"A
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Other People's Shite: Patsy's Stolen and Repurposed Designs
Best friends - Ruby Kurtones III and Patricia ‘Patsy’ Murdock - were out on a shared off day. Enjoying their weekly stroll and catching up through the collective faction’s neighborhood park. It was the most pleasant day: ungodly humid with a suffocating fog. However, the air was the right amount of stale and putrid where they could wander at their leisure without dragging along their discount oxygen helmets or rashing up their faces with vent masks. Instead, dressed in their most cordial hazard gear - matching vibrant oranges and yellow reflective stripes - with their identification patches fl...
The Pursuit of Knowledge
I sat down and looked around at the people around the kitchen. I should like the people around me. They were my family, and I had to just take a deep breath. I had to keep my mind clear. They were stranger in many senses, and it could start from one person I thought I looked over and glance at him. My father and I thought about laughing. I got up and looked around, and picked up a soda for my father and brother. I did try to look at him. I could feel my heart stop as he gave me a look as I went into the kitchen to help out my mom in the kitchen. We are a very traditional family where my father...
"Another work night with Ziggy"
There I was, lying in bed with the covers pulled up to my noise and my toes sticking out the end of the bed. I knew it was about time to get up, as I could feel the small breeze coming through my window, filling my bedroom with a relaxing yet still cozy and irresistible feeling. That was, simply stay in bed. Just as I was starting to contemplate the idea of calling off work and staying tucked in tight with my blanket, I heard him. That flapping of the wings that, I find to be so gracious, however most people think it sounds like rubber being smacked together. As I was about to open my eyes and...
LOST AND FOUND
LOST AND FOUNDI yearned for a cousin’s club from the time I could talk. I really didn’t know what that was. I think I thought it meant lots of kids playing, lots of cake and ice-cream, all with your family, all withwww.onedoor.cc cousins. My mother went to someone else’s’ cousin’s club she called the Bergs. She never had them to our house. I don’t think I ever knew them. My father had two cousins he hardly ever saw.But I had no cousins. Just a sister two years younger and lots of friends I sometimes said were my cousins. My dad had two unmarried sisters; my mother was an only child. I didn’t want the hand-...