Long Walk4:30amLong Walk
Roughly four hours of sleep and it is 29 degrees outside. As I begin my long walk, the chill cracks open memories of a much colder place. I pace my march with the broken lines in the frosted gray ground. Something pulls my gaze towards the street. There it lies, its head and paws stretched out, as if sleeping its lower half, gone, replaced by two feet of tangled entrails. Its white collar reflects the street lamp above.
I imagine Bast, the Egyptian Cat Goddess, faintly forming. She is amazing in her sleek beauty and suppressed rage. I am not allowed to leave, the
Omens and PortentsThe blood moon awakens crawling shadows, riding on gusts of wind.Omens and Portents
A woman screams in pain a slap rings out a child cries in shock final gasp and one life replaces another. The child, now quiet, smiles firelight dances across rows of sharp teeth.
The blood moon, the dying breath, the tools of taste and tearing, omens and portents, bad for the tribe. The old man calls for banishment and no one questions him.
Laughing echoes the chasm feet dance and scratch the earth “I smell food, my brothers as was f
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Sanity is the playground for the unimaginative.
I walk the fine line between genius and insanity like a drunk taking a sobriety test.
Roses are #FF0000, violets are #0000FF, all my base are belong to you!
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