See it. Say it. Sorted._Look Among the Stars_Experiment of time_QUEST FOR I妹子ORTALITY
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See it. Say it. Sorted.
It started, unimaginatively enough, with someone looking up at the stars. That someone was Laurie Entwistle, who instead of writing up a review of up and coming ska punk ensemble The Mucus Plugs, looking for new ways of saying that they “absolutely tore the bloody roof off” of local pub Dog & Gristle (a venue which truthfully remained quite intact), was actually stuck on making tweaks to her dating profile. Female Early 30s Occupation: journalist Likes: travel, reading, her sofa, art, photography, blueberry muffins, endless scrolling Dislikes: punctuation mistakes, plants (especially ones that...
Look Among the Stars
Humans are so unnecessarily complex.They are made up of only atoms and space dust, but they manage to make everything seem so complicated.Cultures. Languages. Freedom. Food. Dialects. Skin. Gender. Love. Rights. Technology. Even something as simple as finding other forms of life in the universe.Infinitely many resources.Yet they are blind.Blind to what is right under their noses, seeking to look up at the stars and dream.Rather than to look down and live.Although, I shouldn’t be talking.It is not as if I am human.I am merely a vessel, an android sent from the planet 76hteu which is as close to...
Experiment of time
He awoke in a cell, clothes were half torn. His shirt was dirty with mud all over, jeans had holes in the leg areas as if he was attacked by a few dogs. This cell has a small bed with thin sheets and a soft, medium sized blanket. Its walls were thin as he could hear a few other people but he started to wonder where he was and how he got there. He has a watch that is cracked and as the hands started to slowly turn he realized that it was the only way he would be able to know what the time is so he decided he needed a way to keep track of it. He had a small knife in his pocket and he knew he cou...
QUEST FOR I妹子ORTALITY
Baale chewed over the fleetingness of life throughout that night. He didn't wait for the first cockcrow before he made way to Ogbon's house.“Ogbon has all the answers,” he would mutter to himself whenever he was faced with some kind of weird difficulties. Now that someone like Ogbon exists, he would finally be freed from what had disturbed him for a long time.Awele, his first wife died a year ago and he found himself already forgetting her even though it wasn't what www.onedoor.cche wanted. The only way he could remembered his Mother was through a piece of cloth he was gifted and his father—a farm.He longed...