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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Passages from an old notebook that I wrote stories in, starting when I was a teenager. Its pages are wrinkled from falling water, and its cover green and blue with an undulating wave pattern:
"Some people skip math class," added Alex. This comment was ignored. He had temporarily forgotten that math was NOT a religion on planet Earth.
Everything around me was now officially irrelevant.
I didn't want to be a hopeless romantic... I didn't want to be a hopeless anything. Too bad, eh?
First, a little bit of history. The planet Telewa was discovered in the fifth century A.D. by Chinese astronauts and colonized soon after.
Now that I have your willing suspension of disbelief, may I continue?
He perched haphazardly on the armrest of a paint-spattered rocking chair. His employer, Melzem Uskar, chose a random wooden cube to sit on.
Zymmith grunted and filed through a shelf of recordings. "Hey, I got some Earth music. Somewhat of a novelty. Since the Internet, we can get it on satellite..."
Omyta Ylaquez was not just an artist, but also an architect.
Then she longed for more: to create something solid, something three-dimensional, something that would last.
...And then my thoughts became all parallel, like two face to face mirrors with the ideas bouncing back and forth back and forth inwards and onwards forever.
This poem does not make any sense to me anymore.
Someone carrying a bright light was chasing her. This was scary. She considered yelling, but decided that there was probably nothing to worry about. Consequently, she started running as fast as she could.
"A trip?" I repeated stupidly.
"Yeah. For the winter vacation. I was thinking we could go to see my brother's family in Italy."
"In Italy!"
"You know they live in Italy." She had abandoned the clothes and was pacing back and forth.
Why were we having this conversation? Italy? Italy!? It seemed surreal, all of a sudden. The airport wasn't real either - just a useless bunch of lights, an empty promise, like an ultra-fancy box of chocolates that turns out to be empty.
Looking at my screen saver for a second - a magnificent photo of an airplane lifting off the ground at night, surrounded by lights - I wished I was there instead of here.
Italy?
Speaking of which, there's Computer Apple, everyone's favourite movie/book/non-denominational terrorist group!
The inevitable epigram was, of course, this: Mac is not P.C.
Mac busied himself for the big night by buying several casks of beer. He may be a vegetarian, but he wasn't a fool.
(2011) For Marie Winter story: she deconstructs classmates' "desert island" fantasies: "even if you do survive and have a lot of sex, then you'll probably get pregnant, and even if the birth goes well without any nurses or medication the kid's going to start growing up, but it probably won't be growing up for very long, it'll probably die at age two of an ear infection, because there's no antibiotics, and then Orlando Bloom will drown himself in grief and you'll try to follow him into the water but the wind will turn and you'll wash back on shore except that you've got the ear infection too and you'll die a slow and painful death, alone. Is that what you want?" (Pause) "Besides, the Frodo guy's cuter."
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