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He had it now! The perfect brain. It had taken years of searching. But now. Unbelievably. Without need for careful snipping or altering of any kind, he had it. In his possession. In a jar filled with his special preserving fluid fed by sparking wires.

Now... a much easier task: the body. But why just one? He would fill his closet with bodies. Of different shapes, colors, heights, characters.

But one universal mind. That would obey his desires to flit between bodies out of love for him. Yes... But with will to choose others for its own ends, or rather her own ends. For the mind was definitely feminine. It for example would be not be able to endure the thought of being in such a drab looking jar without adding some pizzaz and changing that daily.

But he hesitated... Had he forgotten anything? He played out the likely sequences of events over and over looking out for flaws in the plan. He encountered none. But still he waited... Something was out of joint. Something did not seem quite right. There was a prickling under his skin.

In a cold sweat he went upstairs to what would be her room. It seemed normal enough. But his senses, his instincts, all were so alert now and firing continual warning shocks to his nervous system. He went to her closets. Threw them open and was horrified to find....!!!!

A whole line of mother-in-law bodies. Covering the whole range of dread possibilities. There were some with dangerously wide voice boxes sure to produce especially deadly nagging. Some with especially high cheekbones and coldly haughty eyes, sure to produce the maximally disdainful snobbery. Some with strong forearms optimal for husband brow beating.
Some with strong legs for husband behind kicking.

He threw open closet after closet. He found the accompanying aides and tools. Brooms. Rulers. Strong drinks. Self help for hubby books. Bibles. Korans. Shackles. Hair cut bowls.

Shaking. Teeth chattering. He thought: "But does she have the brain yet?"

And then he saw it. On the edge of the morning light. Guarded by an improvised security system equipped with an array of sensors. The brain of his future adversary. Safely beyond his reach. Waiting to slip into a body and to cause him immense suffering.

Mind reeling. Knowing he was doomed. He slunk back downstairs. Now a prisoner in his own house. Having lost all control of events. His mind could latch onto no way out. It cowered in the corner of this skull.



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*knock knock knock*

"Oh do come out of there now... you know it's not all 'That.'"

*creak of cranial floor boards*

"Well.. when you are ready, there's a plate in the oven; all your favorites. I'll only be at the meeting for an hour or two. You know these neighborhood lesbian Army gettoos are just a lark. Kisses sweetie." Quote

"Well.. when you are ready, there's a plate in the oven; all your favorites. I'll only be at the meeting for an hour or two. You know these neighborhood lesbian Army gettoos are just a lark. Kisses sweetie."



lol. Bleak. The reader hopes he is not forced to board a train going... east.

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Ladybugs: She said "Maaaaaaaantis"

Mantis: I said "wot!"

Ladybugs: She screamed "Maaaaaaaantis"

Mantis: I said "wot!"

Ladybugs: She whispered Maaaaaaaantis!"

Mantis: I said "what you want!"

But sadly the mantis with the red beret was picked off by Sam the Eagle as he conga lined across the lawn.

Let's all pay our respects to that fuzzy green sweetheart with the great gift. The backyard just won't be the same.

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LOLOLOL i love it dudley.. Quote

Unbelievable

You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
But don't listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you

The things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say
You're unbelievable

You burden me with your problems
By telling me more than mine
I'm always so concerned
With the way you say
You've always go to stop
To think of us being one
Is more than I ever know
But this time, I realize
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you

Seemingly lastless, don't mean
You can ask us
Pushing down the relative
Bringing out your higher self
Think of the fine times
Pushing down the better few
Instead of bringing out the clues
To what the world and everything anger to
Brace yourself with the grace of ease
I know this world ain't what it seems.

What the fuck was that
It's unbelievable

� EMF 1990 Quote

Damm 21 years since EMF! Quote

listen to the Kate Walsh cover Suggs.. like an entirely different song
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I'll give it a listen some time in the week, watching the Canadian Grand Prix at present (although due
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mmmmmm Montreal fouk.. miss the old town.. and the University girls.. Quote

For Kertus : hang on cobber...

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They take wing

Rounding the turn on I-17, east of Bumble Bee Arizona, at two in the morning, the operator of a tractor trailer rig out of Bergholtz Ohio, given the name Buster, after his drunken father made an impromptu appearance at the bedside of his half-conscious, soon to be, ex-wife; a visit that resulted not only in the naming of their new borne son, but also in the forcible removal of his father Bob O�Kalohe, by the police chief of Bergholtz, who, when Bob reflected on his blurry memory of the events was, after all, his wife�s father. Buster, himself, was no stranger to lack of memory after an evening or two out with his favorite brand of O�irish whiskey. This night however, Buster was, luckily, as sober as the cold air of the mid-December night outside the cab of his tractor. He�d had Arrow Smith�s Janie�s Got A Gun blaring on his sixteen speaker sound system, a GPS map guidance bit of software, supplied by his step-brother, a twenty year old hacker of some renown who, 5 years hence would be imprisoned for bilking an investment firm out of twelve billion thirty-two million one hundred and twenty three thousand dollars and fifteen cents, by doing no more and no less than, altering the funds flow command for a single transaction, from a Federal Reserve Holding Account to a small bank located just outside of Juarez Mexico. This account, later testimony would reveal, was a distribution account for large sums of money being �laundered� by Mexican drug cartel members. The amount of the �single largest dollar transaction in the history of Mexican electronic banking� was enough to trigger an entire investigation of electronic banking practices and the use of such transactions to evade criminal prosecutions. On his fourth day in the federal prison to which he had been sentenced, the twenty five year old hacker, known as �Hung_Like_A_Gun� was shanked to death in the prison library where he�d been teaching a class for prisoners on cooking.

As Buster rounded the turn he noted what the Arizona State Trooper, called to the site, Harold Fintner, would term in his report �a vehicle engulfed fire�. Buster pulled his rig onto the shoulder of the road and phoned a report on what he saw in to the local 911 service post. No body was recovered from the vehicle or from the surrounding desert, though it was clear that the vehicle had been occupied when it had gone through the guardrail at what was calculated by accident scene forensic expert Jon Gadlick to be 112 miles per hour. The vehicle had suffered severe damage to the rear end, suggesting that it had not left the road of its own volition. The vehicle was registered in Arizona, to one Lizalt Grimwolt of number 12 Dreamy Drive Condominiums, Phoenix.

Buster made his delivery exactly four hours after the specified delivery time and subsequently lost his contract with Be-Hauled Delivery Service. He was shot to death by the repo team assigned to recover the tractor that he owed thirty seven thousand dollars on, when he pulled a gun and attempted to drive them off.

Twenty Five Years Earlier

In the office of the Director of the City of Moscow Baby Orphanage #12 the three Russian Government officials decline seats; they bear no gifts as the more frequent, and lucrative, foreign adoptive couples do, have not inquired as to the Director�s health, have spoken to her in the informal and insulting case, and in fact, are not exactly what the director is used to dealing with at all, even within official channels. She had feared an inquiry into the flow of foreign adoption agency funds that somehow never were utilized by the orphanage itself, or, a secondary fear, possibly some questions regarding the use of orphanage supplies and the contracts for their provision. She had a long history with the city's bureaucracy, a long successful history; and a dacha in Odessa near to the Anchors Museum of the Marine Station; a dacha built of sandstone and with its own clean water supply and furnished with the finest from Ikea�s latest catalogues. So, at first she was relieved that it was not some Internal Security Committee assigned to investigate her; but what was it that they wanted? Even odder had been the silence of one of the men, silent and had not been introduced. She had offered Nescafe and been refused, Moldavian wine, refused, tea, refused; one showed her papers from The Ministry of Education specifically instructing her to supply any information that the holder of the documents requested, and laying out in no questionable terms, that any need they had, any request they made, must be met, immediately; for anyone in the bureaucracy the �or else� need not be stated. She knew the signature on that order and shuddered at the power that was behind it.

In Arizona

She stood outside the strip club, smoking, looking hostile, angry, and willing to fight. The mercurochrome tinted street lighting is unkind to anyone standing there; but her shaven head and large gold hooped earrings, her black clothing, heavy grey men�s wool coat, Doc Martens boots, warned everyone to keep a distance; at least far enough that she couldn�t kick and connect. She�s petite, verging on short; her face is screwed up in furrows while she yells at the woman standing with her. Both of them are shouting loudly, when suddenly, the taller girl with short dark black hair reaches over, puts her hand behind the shaven headed girl's smooth head, pulls their faces together, and kisses her hard. For a moment the shorter girl looks as though she may put up a fight, but instead she steps in close to the taller girl and wraps her woolen garbed arms around her. �Fuck, why do we fight like this all the time?� the taller girl asks. �Dunno, cos� we care? Annie you know I want what�s best right?� the short girl leans back and looks into the eyes of the tall thin raven haired girl.

�Yeah I suppose Manda. But I do NOT trust that guy; he has Fed spray painted all over him, and do we really need to mix in with them?� The short female lets go of the tall girl and digs in the right pocket of her coat while looking off towards the hills north of the city; with the moon at half full and waxing, she can make out the silhouette of Pinnacle Peak to the north and west of the parking lot outside of the strip club the tall girl dances in. Pulling a pack of Marlboro red�s out from the coat pocket she sighs and says �Yeah, we do. There�s a lot of money in this one. And I�m sick of hiding.� She pulls an old fashioned zippo fueled by gasoline from her other pocket, sets fire to the cigarette and hands it to the brunette. �Okay, let�s get back home.�

Switzerland

The brunette is in the arms of her lover, both are strong young women, both brunettes; but where the brunette is round and warm and glows with a love of the sun, her lover is tougher, sharper shaped, and has several significant body modifications. A phrase in red is tattooed on her forearm, saying �Hou jy daarvan?� in Dutch; a large spray of beautifully detailed butterflies is tattooed rising from her right hip, and curving in a frozen moment of time, curling and fluttering up her side, across the right side of her back, touching her breast, up her shoulder and rising onto her neck. The two women are laying together on a large bench in a sauna; steam is rising from a recently hydrated burner and the wood of the bench is dark with a silhouette of them in their sweat. The Brunette, glazed with fine, tiny, clear drops of perspiration, speaks to her lover, whose hand lies between the Brunette�s thighs �So Driver has no idea where she has gone, or if she�s dead. Is that what I�m to accept Rilla?� �Ja, hom het keen idee. In dee m�r hom geht ta Arizona, finden haar ek dink, ja.� �Fuck, he better damn it. We all owe her.� �Ja, ek weet, mah china, ek weet.� Rilla sits up and using her hand she scrapes the sweat from her thigh, and licks it from her hand.


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Phoenix (/�fi:niks/FEE-niks; O�odham: Ski:kigk; Yavapai: Wasinka; Western Apache: Fiinigis; Navajo: Hoozdoh; Mojavi: Hachpa 'Anya Nyava) is the capital and largest city of the American state of Arizona, as well as the sixth most populated city in the United States. Phoenix is home to 1,445,632 people according to the official 2010 U.S. Census Bureau data, and is the anchor of the Phoenix Metropolitan Area (also known as the Valley of the Sun), the 12th largest metro area by population in the United States with more than 4.1 million people. In addition, Phoenix is the county seat of Maricopa County and is one of the largest cities in the United States by land area. Phoenix is the largest capital city in the United States and the only state capital with over 1,000,000 people. [Wikipedia]

Sky Harbor Airport Phoenix

The C-117 sits open, at its loading bay ramp Driver stands talking with two of his employees. He is tall, thin, weathered and worn. He holds a touchpad computer in his hands and is checking off items while he listens to his employees rattle off their duties completed, problems anticipated and encountered, findings regarding their target, hunger for specific foods, appreciations for body attributes they�ve observed, desired or preferred sexual positions and partners, music vids they�ve capped and pad cast to the staff of the company, desire for salary enhancements or profit distributions; finally they sputter to silence and he raises his green eyes to them. �All right, so in summary, we know dit about where she actually is. We know where she WAS four weeks ago, we know she�s done SOME appearance alterations but what the fuck they are we remain clueless but can assume she�s no longer blonde, no one could forget that hair so unless she�s six feet under or out of sight, that�s probably gone; hmmm, we know she�s got some help, because she�s gone invisible, or that the Traders have her, in which case she�s probably dead by now. Our agents in the police and press and cartels have no information. Does that about sum it all up Kertus?� His eyes shift and focus on the combat clad and military coiffed employee to his left. Kertus�s face has a single scar running laterally across the middle of his forehead, it is thin and only slightly lighter than his tanned face, and when he concentrates hard, pulling his brows together, the vertical crease between his eyes extends up, creating a stretched cross on his forehead. Kertus is a warrior with a cause. He nods once at Driver and smiles widely. �Loik I said, aughter be ten percent of profits to all; they�s 8 of us, so that�s a bit fer the company as well.� His companion looks skyward and whistles a silent tune.

Two of the three matte black painted armored military Humvees sit with their engines running outside of the warehouse just outside the airport proper; Driver stands with Kertus and the warehouse owner as the owner completes filling out the customs forms that Homeland Security and the ATF will later want to review closely. The owner, Joshua Yeagel, a member of a divergent group of the Church of Latter Day Saints, does not believe for a moment that the five six foot by thirty two inch sheet metal cases he has held for the Driver Industries Corporation Ltd., of Winchester England, for three weeks are indeed packed with �loose electronic and industrial spare parts�; but he�s paid simply to do a �boxes in boxes out� trade here, not to ensure that inspectors actually appear to perform their duties. His membership in a group that not only the Federal Authorities, but several agencies both in and out of state government suspect of trafficking in illicit materials, will later lead to the closing down of a pony girls sex club outside of Artisia, New Mexico.

Joshua hands Driver the completed forms and offers his hand. Driver grasps the offered hand and squeezes, firmly, and then forcefully, Joshua smiles and returns with equal force, the handshake. The two men smile at each other and Joshua says to Driver �We�ll always have B�herden Driver.� Driver nods, and the two men part. Driver and Kertus turn and move toward the third Humbee �Fug Driver, that gaffer wos in B�herden? Oi, nevah saw him there.� �He wasn�t there to be seen� Driver retorts.

Missing Time

She is dressed for a wedding, her gown lace, white, semi-Victorian but with ribbon corset weaving tight both chest and back, she is naked beneath it, her skin so pale it is a single shade off of the material of the gown itself; �Bone, it�s bone, the gown in so snow ice white, my skin is bone colored.� There is music too, and the chamber she is in is shadows and indirect lights wavering and sliding across walls and floors, and they�re all draped in white linens and sheer meshes and lace like she remembers from somewhere she was so long ago now, and her nails are grown again and done in the French style that was so popular once, and now she realizes it�s a dream, because her hair is there, her lovely long platinum hair, and

She sits up quickly, drying the tears on her face on the sheet that�s soaked in sweat and so cold that she jumps from the bed and moves quickly to the shower, running the water till the tiny bath room is full of steam, and she�s shivering and then in the flood and sobbing loudly; and then Annie is with her still in her flannel pajama bottoms and in the water holding her, and now crying with her.

It�s a 1974 travel trailer, old rusted white and pastel sky blue, only one tire still on and the whole structure on cinder block stacks and boards strapped underneath to keep it level. It sits alone in the corner of the back lot of Arizona Trailers off of I-60. The low rumble and hiss of the traffic on the interstate is swallowed by the size of the sky. They sit in a mismatched pair of lawn chairs outside the trailer. It is four in the morning and still dark, and cold for late winter in Phoenix, their breath is indistinguishable from the smoke they exhale. Annie, having seen how her friend�s dreams affect her, waits quietly for whatever it was this time to settle in. The city has changed just in the time she�s been away, more houses, more illegals, a rougher tougher town now where the wealthy hide behind gates and guards over around Camel Back just above Arcadia. She�d driven through Arcadia just the day before, remembering it as one of the wealthier communities just a few years ago. Most of the houses had barred windows on their ground levels; she�d watched a man walk his dog back into his home, an elderly woman, peering out at him as he approached his door. Arcadia, hmmm, she remembered the kids from Arcadia at school events, they�d been nice appearing, and then nose in the air when you�d asked for them to pass the catsup, or tried to move by them at the mall. �God that seems like centuries ago now� she thinks.

Looking over at Annie she thinks about all the time her friend had spent in ballet lessons, entering a dance program at U of A, fuck, she�d been prima ballerina for ages; and now, stuck at Bliss, wiggling in hope for a five instead of a single. �Shit� she says. "Might as well go now and start this thing Annie.� Annie rises from her chair, grinding her smoke out on the pavement of the lot, walks over to Manda and sits down on her lap. �Yeah, how about we add an hour to it and spend that time inside okay?�

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so so oh so good! Quote

stop me if you heard this actually that won't work bc i'm typing and i will probably butcher how it goes but....one day there was a scorpion who wanted to cross a stream he saw a frog sitting on a rock and called him over..."Listen frog...i want to get across this stream will you give me a ride on your back?" "I would love to scorpion" said the frog "but i'm afraid you will sting me" "no I won't" said the scorpion "I promise" after going back and forth for a while the frog finally let the scorpion cross the stream on his back and the scorpion stung the frog "why did you do that" said the frog "you promised" the scorpion replied "bc it's my nature" Quote

STOP!!! heard it already..
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STOP!!! heard it already..




sorry Kert but since you live a day ahead of us there is going to be a lot of things you hear before we do Quote

sorry Kert but since you live a day ahead of us there is going to be a lot of things you hear before we do



Including the LOTTO numbers!! We need ta talk.... Quote

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Briton Beach New York

Across the busy asphalt street he stands in a doorway out of the light drift of snow, his mind sees only angles of observation, escape paths; a panorama of internal shifting views of how he needs to move, might need to adapt, might seek escape, would dodge, would attack, churns there. The public phone booth is his goal. He is dressed in dark grey, medium sized, a watch cap on his head, grey, average build but clothed as he is his actual strength and size are obscured. He is, when not in motion, or less clothed, invisible to most of the average untrained eyes. Animals in a forest, and a very few humans, can sense his �otherness�.

He steps out of the doorway and in less than three seconds is across the street and at the phone. It rings just as he reaches for the handset. He uses his left hand to pick it up and hold it near his ear. The voice says �Bliss Show Club, Phoenix Arizona, Teperb!� and the line goes dead.

He drops the handset from his gloved hand and flees knowing the two things he needed to know. First, where to pick up the trail of his quarry, second that they always watched.

Bliss � antonym � misery

Kertus stands in the middle of the stripper bar. �Not a hot spot at 11 AM� he thinks. The shift manager looks apologetic and tired �We get a lunch surge, really, it�s just a bit early for them.� Kertus looks at the two dancers standing their stations at their dance poles and moving lazily to the booming dance track. The music is some new euro house music with a deep subsonic component that is making Kertus� head throb. �Puking awful rancid stuff, wot the fuk hapn�t to the Divinyls and tha Cherry Pie band?� he asks the manager. When he�d entered the bar looking for this dancer whose photo had showed up with Manda in the background from some security system or another near this club the dancers had been sitting in a booth chatting with each other. They were pretty girls, mid or late twenties, high cheekbones, slightly angled eyes; �Slavic� he thinks. �So, ya say this Annie�s liv�n up th� pike in a trailer place?� �Yes,well, it�s a trailer sales lot, yes, Arizona Trailers over by the freeway.� The shift manager, Billy Peterman, is short, overweight, possesses a receding hairline, has jail house tattoos on his forearms and, invisible to anyone he knows these days, on his back and ass. He�d had a mixed background of minor criminal activity, and he�d hoped that this job would be his way to some sort of security. His life had basically been fucked since he was seventeen, and the years prior to that had seemed like heaven until he�d been popped by the Mariculpa County Sheriff�s office for stealing tires from a garage where the idiot owner had left the display rack outside after closing. A six month stretch in the county lockup had resulted in some missing front teeth and the tramp stamp that ran down his ass in the shape of a chain of tears. He�d had a history, now, of run ins with the law, car theft, assault, and traffic citations that filled entire boxes in his closet. He had seen faces like this Australian�s before, and they weren�t to be fucked around with. �Joi, give this man a nice pole dance will you� he yells at the curly blonde haired dancer at table four. Kertus remains in place; mumbling seemingly, but is in busy conversation with Driver who is already in motion through the city streets nearby.

The dancer called Joi wraps herself around the pole at her station, her mind is focused on another place, and another time; her body in a routine set of moves memorized months ago. She�d learned them from that American girl, who it was whispered, had a gay female lover, she�d never tried that herself. Women had never had any money where she was from.

Arizona Trailers

Driver mumbles to himself �What the fuck is that girl up to now.� The Humvee rolls towards Arizona Trailers, at speed, the communications console Driver is minding informs him of all police, FBI, DEA, State Trooper, and private security activity in the entire city area; additionally he has available real time satellite feed for visuals on any coordinates he selects. His contacts in the drug and arms cartels have whispered that there is a move on to locate Manda; and that a price is being negotiated for information leading to her, but no price has been placed for her death, nor is anyone blurting out who the people offering the five thousand euros are. He turns to the driver and says �Faster.�

The trailer is empty, Driver stands with one of the two team members who got here before him, their Humvee sits open and running beside the trailer; the owner of the lot Don Cantwell, who�s struggling with sales now that the economy has hit a �soft spot� that seems to have no bottom, stands nearby speaking with Kertus. Driver is on his smartphone with the brunette getting an update on her arrival. �Yeah, well, we�ve found some documents here that make us think she�s heading north out of the city. Yes, the name of a club northwest of here, it�s not in the phone books or anything online, but the property and planning records show us where it is. Um hmm, Well, there�s an additional problem with it. It�s drug cartel area, and the DEA is everywhere up there; no, no reports of any planned actions. And� he pauses �she�s got a phone number here. It�s the cell phone number of a throw away, but� he pauses again, �the payment was channeled through a Bureau account after moving through some laundering cut outs.�

Kertus and Cochise

�Hey I run the largest trailer dealership in the Phoenix area, I�m one quarter Apache and I don�t have to take this shit from anyone� Don Cantwell insists. He�s as tall as Kertus but for an ex-fullback on U of A�s 1980 losing team he�s let a lot of air seep into his belly, and has trouble rising from his chair after dinner with his unsatisfied wife. Don�s on the edge with his dealership, and only his investments in the Bliss Show Club have enabled him to keep his mistress satisfied. �I called them and they hired her, she needed somewhere to stay, I didn�t know SHIT about some bald headed dyke living with her. Fuck, all this shit and I�m bound to get in trouble with the County Housing and Inspections assholes.� Kertus rolls his eyes and moves close enough to Don that Don can smell the Nutella he had on crackers before arriving. �Donny, ya reely don�t wanna be shoutin at me like that�, Kertus whispers in Don�s face. Don takes two steps backwards and stumbles on a flattened trio of Walgren�s Big Flat Beer, �That fucking Manuel, drinking this piss out here and not cleaning up. Gonna kick his ass off the lot damnit� Don thinks.

�Okay, so you got her the job, cos� yer all nice roight Donny? And then she goes and moves this bald headed gurl in wif her roight? And what sorta car�d you say they was driving; Hundayih, Toyotah, some sorta small asian silver job?� �Yeah Hundai, silver, four door, don�t know the model but it was a few years old.� Kertus turns and walks away from Don. Don sighs and rubs his chest where he thinks his acid reflux is building. In three months Don will be in an urn in Phoenix Memorial Cemetery, where his dust will gather dust for two years until his widow ceases to pay the annual monthly maintenance charges for his little slice of heaven. She�ll take her part of Don�s investment in Bliss and sell it off for a nice gain, and pick Joi up as her lover as an extra.

The sun is just setting when Driver assembles his crew and their Humvees, and opens the boxes that they�d picked up from Joshua. The electronics in one gleam silver and green glow and dark matt metal and plastic, the next two reveal assault weaponry illegal in the United States for everyone, military personnel included, the last two cases contain matt desert brown tubs, bracing tripods, sighting lasers, and munitions forbidden for use against personnel of any standing army. Kertus� mouth waters and he thinks with certain sadness, of how his brother would have loved to play with such toys.

The sky is black; a cold wind is picking up, sliding in from the North West and carrying the dust and dreams of the arctic with it. High high up, above breathable sky, small crystals of water glimmer in the air; spinning and riding the waves of cold and warm, taking shape, then reforming, then suddenly clustering together and dropping quickly; only to repeat the same patterns, like an immense school of fish in the ocean, seeking safety from their larger hungry cousins.

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lol fuck.. BRIGHTON BEACH NY damnit.. bah lol @ my edit cycle running out on the 2 hour limit *mumbles Maricopa.. maricopa* *eyeroll*
just submit your edit comments here folks
i'll make sure the print edition or kindle or ebook or what ever has em included


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