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Domicile: Under Reconstruction Part 3
Days passed, and the small hours where people sleep & dream, Ralph had another very vivid dream. It started very much the same: all was grey grass, then with the road came black & white, sensations of warmth & wind rushing past. Again finding himself in the backseat, Ralph resolved to stop being a passenger in his own life and become its driver ( Read more... ) -
Domicile: Under Reconstruction Part 2
Late that night, Ralph Balmont had a very strange dream ( Read more... ) -
Domicile: Under Reconstruction Part 1
Ralph Balmont walked out of a pharmacy located in a strip mall in downtown Mumsville carrying a soda. As he sat on a derelict fountain, now dry and long gone into disuse, he focused his attention on the sun he could feel, as a way to cope with the discomfort his trip had- in every other way- provided. It was too much to take in so suddenly- and so ( Read more... ) -
Domicile, Prologue 3
Ralph Balmont sat on a large rock, observing Balmont Estate from a distance, troubled by what he saw. He was losing the world he'd grown up with to forces beyond his control, forces of change. His family had fragmented, all scattered in the search of what the world outside had to offer; at this thought, Ralph winced. He was the first to see just ( Read more... ) -
Domicile, Prologue 2
A few days later, Ralph Balmont was standing in the living room of Balmont Estate, staring at a picture of Kathleen, his deceased sister. He could feel his mother's eyes upon him, and he shuddered in disgust. This was the last place he wanted to be, but having lost everything he could call his, he had very few options. The place felt strange ( Read more... ) -
Domicile, Prologue 1
Ralph Balmont was looking up at the ceiling of his jail cell, doing his best to ignore the cold that permeated the entire space. That wasn't his biggest problem by far, at the moment- he had to maintain his focus to avoid his claustrophobia, which would send him into a panic if he let it take over. His solution was to calm his mind by imagining ( Read more... ) -
I adapt, explained
Influenced by a livejournal cohort's recent drunken status update, as well as a pep talk I had with my tenants, I decided to take stock of my existence... and how it has changed so much. I'm a poor, low-class white boy, but I'm a survivor. By that, I mean I stumble into a lot in this life, and adapt. I grew up with an awful family I used to be ( Read more... ) -
I get the feeling you don't get it... I survive.
The choices our past generations have made...
Have a cost on humans lives. Life sentences for jaywalking, indeed. To be hit by the state, crushed by that burden, then somehow pulled out from under that to be told that is not your fate.
The first thing you realize, justice is really about $$$. No wonder rappers value it so much!!! That, and Dog ( Read more... ) -
Neworld: The End of Everything
Mumsville is in ruins. Diamond Snow crystals rained down, destroying most and infecting the survivors. Yet, for some reason, Ralph Balmont walks alone into this man-made hell. Is it a simple death wish? What could possibly draw him into the eye of this hellstorm? Only he knows. Many will enter Mumsville- only one will leave. Alive. -
GUNS!!!!!!!!!
To set the mood, I couldn't resist this little diddy by one of my favorite musical artists:
I foresaw this coming years back. When the rhetoric of religion fails (you know, turning the other cheek or he who lives by the sword dies by the sword, to name a few platitudes) to comfort the frightened and feeble, they grasp for power out of fear ( Read more... )
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