that events are building up in a planned process in anticipation of something greater ( Read more... )

You're all crazy, every single one of you. You sit there in your cozy little houses with your cold sodas and your facebook pages like it all matters, as if it's even real, but it's not. It's all going to burn, and you will be nothing but bleached skulls. Don't you get it? You're dead, all of you are dead.

Maybe I should.

Legend has it that Train Doc was digging in upstate NY and his shovel hit something hard and metallic. He dug it out and discovered that it was a bundle of tablets made of solid gold, each one hand carved and thousands of years old. He immediately set out to translate the mystical tablets, and we now know that translation as the crew change guide. ( Read more... )

My camp is going to have an upgrade, I'm spying some tents that look right for me, and I've been raiding sections of plywood, too. I already got myself a new knife-throwing post, since my last one got demolished by the weather and a few hundred stabby wounds. I've been working on felling the dead trees around my camp, since when the leaves come off ( Read more... )

How's nawrlins? I asked a friend, and he just replied that it was breaking his heart ( Read more... )

I peer out from the freight train, knowing I shouldn't have gotten on as soon as I see it make the turn, it's going the wrong way, going to get me in some troubles in a hot yard if I hold on to the ride. Not that I have too much reason to stay, the cubby I'm in is too cramped to relax, and a flat wheel makes the car rumble like giant cymbals. I can ( Read more... )

"You managed to make a bike?" One of the termite scientists asked me ( Read more... )

He'd given up on trying to evade the authorities, so he turned himself in, shoeless and cold. The cop in front of him was taken unaware, and drew his weapon in a panic.
"Put your hands on your head and get on your knees!" The cop barked.
He shot a quizzical look at the nervous officer.
"I'll let you arrest me," he said, "but I'm not getting on my

There is something that is worse than waking up to police officers yelling 'wake up!' And that is waking up to police officers screaming 'put your hands up!' They kept screaming it and they started varied it a bit, since they got bored with repeating the same thing over and over again.

I should sleep somewhere more peaceful, I suppose.

On this creaking old tower, it looks like I am up on high over the tracks, but since this is new orleans, it means I am a little over sea level.

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