quetzecoatl dances in the fourth sun of teotihuacan
star child in reverberation, call to yourself, to your kin, let yourself be heard, let yourself be known. ascend, star child, to the tenth level, transcend supernatural thought. unlock yourself, your mind. let flow free the currents of inagination through synaptic gaps of dampened concious thought. you are in the hour of the moon, star child, and the hour is yours.
a lizard passes across the ground near to his feet. he strikes quickly with his one good hand and captures the reptile in it. i'm trapped. this desert. this fucking desert. i'm going to die out here. i'm never going to survive this. why the desert? he pins the lizard to the hot ground. rocks are strewn all around him. he picks one up and brings up up over his head and down upon the head of his captive. it won't be much but it should help him survive for at least one more day.
"i'll tell you one thing," one chimp said to the other, "this isn't the end. far from it. it's only been three days. three days! if they think they're going to pull this off, one. two. three. they're wrong. damn wrong."
"yeah, they won't even see it coming."
an ocean vast sits in the middle of a dying city. its waters rise and fall along the banks, teasing its demise, waiting to flood the streets of a once great land. the animals know it's coming. the dolphins often discuss what it will be like once the metropolis finally succumbs to its disease and falls to the ocean floor. they talk of how great it will be when man no longer rules the ground they so took for granted. the sharks, well, they could care less. they know once it happens there will be plenty of food to go around.
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