Interval Mature content No. 160 Published August 22nd, 2020 6:56am pdt read ( words) Past entries "'We are ever closer to the edge. There is no definition, however. It is floating, undefined, unclear, as if God himself built the largest infinity pool imaginable. We know it is there, though. It has always been there, although searching is not always the best idea. Such an idea often becomes overpowering and we cannot concentrate upon the simplest of tasks. Today may be one of those examples as the weather has cooled and the ideas float. We float in null space. There is a saving throw, too. It is out there, somewhere, and we must try to locate it. The turn of yesterday has altered our path and allowed a sliver of bright clarity to shine through the din. The turn, the drop, and the black are unrelated. Remember those? They were the minuscule beginning of a much larger arc, and they have gone into the past, just as all the others. The new will take over.' Lots of trouble this morning. All sorts, as it were. Everything which has spun me into a froth is now more cohesive and beginning to weigh me down like never before. Once again, I am sullen and gray, like the sky outside. It is good, I am bad. Never again Drifting ever further toward a place I can barely scratch to keep myself out. I don't want to fall back into the pit of eleven, but I see no other destination. The dark fall is awaiting. Nothing can change anymore, be it internal or caused by outside influence. Nothing can change. Those arms will never appear and I will continue to wait as if there is reason. Turn the clock back, create the machine, bring Michelle to me, any of it... Do you see? Like the watch, none of it can happen. My day must begin as I pass this end." Copyright ©2002-2024 comainterrupted.com All rights reserved All other trademarks, logos and graphics are the property of their respective owners Created by Brandywine Engineering using Microsoft Visual Studio 2022 and .NET Framework 4.8 Questions? Comments? Anything? Gather your thoughts and compose a message to the psychos in charge
Interval Mature content No. 160 Published August 22nd, 2020 6:56am pdt read ( words) Past entries "'We are ever closer to the edge. There is no definition, however. It is floating, undefined, unclear, as if God himself built the largest infinity pool imaginable. We know it is there, though. It has always been there, although searching is not always the best idea. Such an idea often becomes overpowering and we cannot concentrate upon the simplest of tasks. Today may be one of those examples as the weather has cooled and the ideas float. We float in null space. There is a saving throw, too. It is out there, somewhere, and we must try to locate it. The turn of yesterday has altered our path and allowed a sliver of bright clarity to shine through the din. The turn, the drop, and the black are unrelated. Remember those? They were the minuscule beginning of a much larger arc, and they have gone into the past, just as all the others. The new will take over.' Lots of trouble this morning. All sorts, as it were. Everything which has spun me into a froth is now more cohesive and beginning to weigh me down like never before. Once again, I am sullen and gray, like the sky outside. It is good, I am bad. Never again Drifting ever further toward a place I can barely scratch to keep myself out. I don't want to fall back into the pit of eleven, but I see no other destination. The dark fall is awaiting. Nothing can change anymore, be it internal or caused by outside influence. Nothing can change. Those arms will never appear and I will continue to wait as if there is reason. Turn the clock back, create the machine, bring Michelle to me, any of it... Do you see? Like the watch, none of it can happen. My day must begin as I pass this end."
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Mature content No. 160 Published August 22nd, 2020 6:56am pdt read ( words) Past entries
"'We are ever closer to the edge. There is no definition, however. It is floating, undefined, unclear, as if God himself built the largest infinity pool imaginable. We know it is there, though. It has always been there, although searching is not always the best idea. Such an idea often becomes overpowering and we cannot concentrate upon the simplest of tasks. Today may be one of those examples as the weather has cooled and the ideas float. We float in null space. There is a saving throw, too. It is out there, somewhere, and we must try to locate it. The turn of yesterday has altered our path and allowed a sliver of bright clarity to shine through the din. The turn, the drop, and the black are unrelated. Remember those? They were the minuscule beginning of a much larger arc, and they have gone into the past, just as all the others. The new will take over.' Lots of trouble this morning. All sorts, as it were. Everything which has spun me into a froth is now more cohesive and beginning to weigh me down like never before. Once again, I am sullen and gray, like the sky outside. It is good, I am bad.
Never again
Drifting ever further toward a place I can barely scratch to keep myself out. I don't want to fall back into the pit of eleven, but I see no other destination. The dark fall is awaiting. Nothing can change anymore, be it internal or caused by outside influence. Nothing can change. Those arms will never appear and I will continue to wait as if there is reason. Turn the clock back, create the machine, bring Michelle to me, any of it... Do you see? Like the watch, none of it can happen. My day must begin as I pass this end."
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