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Nuclear WarMy love and I watched the sky flare from atop a mountain in Colorado. From all directions, we saw that toxic light glow, long into the night; the light that would cleanse America, the light that would search out Her enemies, wherever they might hide.Nuclear War
During the night I wondered if there was some Soviet peasant up in the Urals watching the same sight as I. That wretched glow, the rumbling that refused to stop.
I had felt relieved since the last alarm -- since I had heard the call for Defcon 5, all the worry of the last sixty years just dropped away. Therese and I just loaded up my truck and drove to the most scenic pl
by ~Atinoda
California, 1971He had been following the student for about two hours, and it was a hot day. Not for the first time, Farbod wished his car had air conditioning -- or at least that he could roll down the tinted windows. The leather interior wasn’t meant for this hot day in San Jose. Even with the fan going full blast, he was sweating in his business suit.California, 1971
He came to a stop light behind the bus his target was on. Curious, and needing something to distract him from the heat, he leaned over and opened the glove compartment and pulled out his folder. Putting it on his lap, he leafed through the pages.
Kaveh Bakhtiar, 22 years old. K
by ~Atinoda
psilocybin azurenscensA rotating sphere is a kind of circle, but it's not the only kind of circle, nor is it the kind I want. I'm fixating on them for no particular reason, it's just a happy coincidence , the end of a random series of collaborations with stimuli that led me to where I inhabit right now, speeding across the landscape, propelled by nothing, but a nothingness so vast and concentrated that it flows like a viscous liquid from out of my neck and body like an undercooked stratosphere.psilocybin azurenscens
Inhabiting my body is very comfortable right now, but in a desirous way -- I feel on the very lip of decisive action, of a synthesis between steel shaped by th
by ~Atinoda
Meeting on a WarshipThe ambassador might’ve been human, thought the commander, were it not for her skin.Meeting on a Warship
It was pure white. Not white like humans call their own fairer-skinned comrades: white as the purest snow.
He knew just by looking at her, too, that she wore no makeup. Of course, he had been briefed on what these people looked like. Exiled long ago, they had no home planets, and therefore nothing to lose. They traveled the galaxy on their great arks, bound for destinations only they knew.
And They were not truly aliens, too; not in the traditional sense, in any case. Biologically, the commander knew he looked at so
by ~Atinoda
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Colourful Rhapsody: The RiverThere is a river. It is a river of peace and beauty. A boy carries a canoe to the edge of this river. He looks across it and sees the green, leafy, trees standing aside the flowing water sparkling in the bright sun. Each leaf on each tree spreads shade onto both the soil of the ground and the ripples of the water. He hears the pleasantly hypnotic rhythm of watery sounds and feels the cool air on his skin, whispering the tiny hairs on his arm to life. He breaths in the fresh open air, and smiles. He sets down his canoe into the shallow water, releasColourful Rhapsody: The River
by ~Tenpikino
Robot ParadeThere was once an evil, mad genius named Wilhelm R. Kurtmann I, PhD, although he was not actually angry. He was called “I” because there was only one of him.Robot Parade
After a long day of being outbid on enriched plutonium on eBay, he lay in bed, looking at the darkness hanging in front of his nose. He was thirsty. “I will go get a drink,” he said. He thought. “Maybe I will go get a drink,” he said. He turned to his girlfriend.
She was an out-of-work psychic who couldn’t be bothered to predict things until after they happened, except on very special occasions. She was extremely accurate. Her hair was sometimes pink. Her
by ~EclecticPangolin
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- Current Residence: Olympia, Washington.
- Interests: Learning, walking, music, literature, living life.
- Favourite movie: The Seven Samurai, Mystery Men, O Brother Where Art Thou, Spirited Away, Mad Max: The Road Warrior.
- Favourite band or musician: Boris, the Doors, the Rolling Stones, Muddy Waters, Mozart, Dvorak, the Transmogrifiers, the Plains.
- Favourite genre of music: All of them. Why not listen to something just because of how it's identified?
- Favourite poet or writer: Ursula K. Le Guin, China Mieville, J.R.R. Tolkien, Ray Bradbury, Tim O'Brien, Anton Chekhov.
- Operating System: Mac OS X
- Favourite game: Fallout 2
- Favourite gaming platform: Dungeons and Dragons.
- Tools of the Trade: Confusion at the unknowable.
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~"If all the world was painted dark, and all the skies turned grey, then please tell me [if you could] when would it be 'day'?"~
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Live, Love, Teach and Share, then die in sonic warfare.
Just call my name...Things will be ok
Or-
Six feet under doesn't really sound so bad;
What I really meant to say is:
I thought life would be no more
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Live, Love, Teach and Share, then die in sonic warfare.
Just call my name...Things will be ok
Or-
Six feet under doesn't really sound so bad;
What I really meant to say is:
I thought life would be no more
I dunno if I ever thanked you for the favorites, or the posting my stuff in your journal business, but it was rather radical of you.
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