Improvisational Inventory_They Visited Cruelties Upon Their Savior_Modnar si lla_Asus 5th Gen, XOXO
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Improvisational Inventory
There is something about twilight that sets the stage for improvisation. Inventing a place where things can retreat back into a shell of anonymity, where choices can be prioritized, remembered, forgotten, dismissed, as having no longer the hold on you they once did. Of course that is fantasy. We do not have the power or will to transform the past to suit the present, yet, it is more than transformation, because conversion is simply rearranging facts to provide a basis for becoming oblivious to reality. Reality is the witness that cannot be silenced by the truth, and yet we attempt to cajole ...
They Visited Cruelties Upon Their Savior
The Grayhaven inquisitor was a tall, porcelain woman whose features hung like a lynched body from the uncaring noose of her face. There was a detached quality about her that lent itself to lifelessness—a stiff, jerky manner of articulation, as though she was little more than a flesh-and-bone puppet conducted by some unseen master.But no, she was real enough, and without a doubt of her own mind; the oculus revealed no touch of the malignant about the torturer—nothing otherworldly, anyhow. Nor was the voracious hunger present as it had been in Vekka; no tendrils snaking from that lank-haired he...
Modnar si lla
There she was. From center stage--defying all logic and harsh lighting--Shawn could see her, poised on the back of a theater seat mid-audience. She was small, stood stock still, and brilliantly blue. No one else seemed to notice her: not his fellow performers, not the lighting or stage crew, and not even the bald man who sat in the seat on which she stood.Then even Shawn couldn't see her anymore. She was there, then she was gone."Modnar si lla." The director’s voice echoed from the speakers in the back, booming through the room. The small orchestra began their slow crescendo as the performers...
Asus 5th Gen, XOXO
A part of me likes the grinding-gravel sounds of my fan. In an otherwise eerily quiet room, this one thing reminds me, incessantly, that I’m awake. I look outside my window. I see the trees sway, the grass bend in obedience, the branches move up and dowwww.onedoor.ccn, up and down, up and down. I count time by these movements.Up and down, one second.Up and down, two seconds.Up and down, three seconds.My therapist told me I should meditate, she told me how to meditate, she gave me a few examples of what meditation might look like. But she didn’t tell me what didn’t count as meditation. Up and down, up and do...