Carving out meaning out of random noise
He looked for patterns in chaos
It was delusional to even think there was order in there, somewhere
Smiling, he used a hammer to knock off the edges, cutting his way deeper
Even as the chips flew, and the entropy increased, a shape began to coalesce
Leaving his mark on the world out of stone even as his dull tool fell from even duller fingers
Benign desire for just one more episode
It is just too good to quit here
Now that was a cliffhanger so I have to do another
Gosh, this series is just amazing, maybe just a bit more
Except all good things come to an end, like a chance at a good night’s sleep
Managing all the little pieces of his life to keep things tidy and moving forward.
Except sometimes some of those things were cast to the wayside.
Soon he was surrounded by detritus of mishandled life
Swamped in the clutter of self-pruning
Everything was just a big unknown
Nothing was what it was supposed to be
It was like a child had ripped random pages out of a book
Giving it back to their parents to read from
Maybe it was the entire point of this exercise
And if that was the case, well, maybe tomorrow would make more sense
Being under attack, Marcus turned to flee
Outrunning his attackers should be a breeze, but…
Left leg collapsed with a thunderous crack.
That’s when he pulled out his gun and took aim.
Fromage was the quest item he had been assigned.
Unclear as to which clump of incubated coagulated milk slurry he needed,
Neil began inspecting, poking, and smelling the cornucopia of options in front of him.
Keeping track of how each interacted with his senses to see what gave the largest stimulus
You never should have sent a lactose-intolerant art major for the task, but there he was…
Being a supervillain would be his choice if he had a superpower worth a damn!
All these fools who stained the planet by their very existence should be scrubbed
Don’t worry, his only power was being annoyed by everything, so yeah, his life was…
Slipping down the slope of time
Losing contact with the fountain of youth.
I fretted about where I was heading
Down towards a well of back pain and creaking joints
Exciting was not the word for it
She was always looking for potents of the future.
It quieted their anxiety, and the hint allowed her some emotional rest.
Granted, sometimes the foreshadowing told her things she didn’t want to know.
Nothing was ever perfect, but a warning was better than nothing.
Giggles escaped her lips
Reaching for the ropes tying him to the bed
All she could see was that she was now safe
She left the room in a hurry, so much to do
Platypus plushy had been bad and now would pay
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