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Vienna Excerpt: The First CigaretteThe First Cigarette
“There was a time when humanity consisted of a large group of over-evolved apes, wallowing in misery, tilling the rotting earth, and slaving over their fruitless bounties. We worked as slaves to fate, slaves to God, and we were never intended to stray from this. God said we weren’t ready. He destroyed us, our efforts, going as far back as the first humans who laid the bricks of the Tower of Babel, the utopia that would be the gate unto the heavens. But God said no. He manipulated us, turned us against one another. And as a result, we fell to each other. We fell to the imperfection of humankind. We fell to ignorance.”
“But it wasn’t hopeless. The ancient Greeks built devices eons ahead of what they were supposed to, the groundwork for machines that could create electricity by using water and steam, the fluid of life. So James Watt revisited this idea and said, ‘I want to create electricity!’ So he created the steam engine. Th
The Divided - pt1They say in the land of the dead, time has no bearing. Having been there, and back, you can technically still be there, and here, the land of the living, in the present moment. Out of this there is no resolve for the duality of consciousness, to be in two realities at the same time. No one can truly understand unless they too have stepped between the boundaries, or have had a glimpse like the waning moon to recover to its fullness before turning new. The divide becomes sharp, like a razors edge, and one’s balance is ever faltering, risk becomes an endeavor. There is no silencing the minds, for two exist, blending, mixing the details from one reality to the next. You hope for chance, a mistake, you can’t do it alone. Not anymore. Then there is the lust. The wanting. A desire to return the divided mind to a whole, but so much more. Pain becomes the conduit for connecting, a bridge to narrow the divide, to silence the world
RUMINATION #6: SET IMPRESSIONS, PART 2 OF 4“Who are you to speak to the Anchovy that way?” Parmesan approached, paws below his side
“Back off pal,” he said as the otters stomped towards him "Unless you want to be deflated."
"Who are you to question the Anchovy's wisdom?”
“His name is Stan by the way,” Rex retorted “He’s part of my subconscious I can yell at him anyway I want him too.”
“I should slice your throat, Heathen!” the one known as Parmesan drew his blade.
“Atomic,” Rex called without turning “Get over here and hug this jerk!”
“Would you hold it for a minute!” the Great Anchovy demanded“Like Brother Parmesan said, your here for a reason.
Rex, you obviously have some grievances; meet Chief Pepperoni, he has also has grievances. Lets talk about them."
“Oh, I’ve got grievances alright,” Rex, aquardly deciding to stand while the otters, returned to their chairs
“If it is as you wis
RPG Punishment(A little bonus scene...based on a true story about dinner...partly.)
"IT'S TACO NIGHT!"
"Alright, dig in everyone! Hey, isn't this your first time eating a taco from 12545124's?" (Not going to say where I got the taco...)
"Yeah. I heard this stuff is soooo fresh than 142638258's! Wait, before that..."
"Another cup of strawbanana (strawberry+banana) juice? You just got that big bottle yesterday!"
"I love food! Food is love, food is life! Literally!"
"Ohhhh, it looks soooooo goooood!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH IT'S SPPIIIIICCCCYYY! Aaaah! Spicy!"
"Didn't you eat orange chicken that's spicier?"
"Ack! This one is spicy, the spiciness goes down my throat!"
"SEASONING!? I CALL IT TINY SPICY COALS AS BIG AS A COOKING PINCH CALLED PEPPER!!!"
"Wait, you said that."
(Real Story Time)
"I'll take that as a 'Hello'"
"...You know RPGs?"
"Yes. I do. They stand for Role-Playing-Games, right?"
Life for Sale "You know, I've been thinking...
If the world is struggling on money and all,
how much money do you think you'll earn if you sell life?"
"Yeah. Wonder how much people would go for a single life..."
"What do you mean?"
"Hey, a lot has happened these past few years. I thought my life was happy and jolly 'til a few years ago."
"Wars keep coming, crimes keep occurring. Our so-called 'government' is trying to solve the problem, but they're not doing it....
And hate. I know people doesn't hate you, but as for me..."
"Never mind. I would probably bore you if I kept talking about selling life. Heck, people would think I'm stupid for thinking that!"
"Bore me? No, I'm actually fine. In fact, I'm glad were talking about this."
"About selling life?"
"..Sort of. Why are you telling me this instead of say, your parents or friends?"
"I don't have friends. And my parents would complain and argue about such topic."
"So, you wanna keep talking a
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