Sordid PhrycologyA Story by ZatoichiBOOM shakalaka.
Scientists photographed an atom today. A single atom of strontium was heated until it glowed and is now to be found all over the www, glowing. At first, this seemed sad, as if the Emperor were stripped down in front of me; I refused to collude in the Sovereign's humiliation.
I often wonder if this time is the end of the beginning of the apocalypse. Every generation has wondered the same, and probably concluded as I have, that things are different now, what with technology and all, especially. Neither rhyme nor reason have any place in my mind these days as I stumble thru the stark and dormy ways of a world I don't understand because I don't want to. People regularly monetize their neuroses; the best of them garner accolades and become very wealthy. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, impeding speech and making me wonder at whom I should be afraid. I sit across from a mirror as I write, and am reminded to be kind every time I look up. I sit in silence in the city that never sleeps as sirens scream. They offer haven from the storm; but surely you've read the ancient stories and are aware that mermaids bite with the tensile strength of dinosaurs. I think in steam of consciousness and seek to express myself in such style- spontaneous and beige. There were so many people outside my window, chanting and murmur- ing and screaming and singing EnOuGh! I wonder if the kids are finally waking or if this will pass after a couple more spins through the ProfitMaX 3000 News media cycle. Everybody who's anybody is down on the lawn below. I'm talking to the rhythm in my head, learning to let it wander in search of a beat transcendent of Shakespeare's. Aiming for the stars so as to clear the barn roof. There was a young man of Marin, born into a life of private edges, through no fault of his own both of his livers were gilded and he drank from a platinum spork. I used to wonder why people talk to plants or scream at the sky. Now I find myself doing the same. © 2018 ZatoichiAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 14, 2018 Last Updated on May 4, 2018 AuthorZatoichiLaguna Niguel, CAAboutborn under a full moon in the middle of the day on a foggy bank of the Mississippi River. Nihongo o hanashimasu ka? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDSYG8ILKB0 Lip Dub - Flagpole Sitta b.. more..Writing
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