Another Comcaster seems to have joined LJ, while leaving the passenger seat leaned all the way back in my Malibu. It’s
Horoscope
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): “Bolivia has no ocean, but it has admirals done up like Lord Nelson,” writes Eduardo Galeano in *The Book of Embraces.* “Lima, Peru has no rain, but it has peaked roofs with gutters. In Managua, Nicaragua, one of the hottest cities in the world, there are mansions flaunting magnificent fireplaces.” Are there any anomalies like these in your world, Taurus? Do you have tools for jobs you never do? Luxuries you don’t use? Elaborate structures that have no purpose? If so, it’s time to either rethink your relationship to them or else phase them out.
Good morning.
Doctor’s visit, yesterday. Acute sinus infection. Horse-pill antibiotics and a nose spray. Contagious until about 2 PM today. Got a note for work. Apparently, it was a dumb thing to go in like I did that one day. Whoops.
I’ve been up for an hour, but haven’t even showered yet. The only real thing I need to get done here, before I leave for Lansing, is laundry. Oh, and it would be nice if I packed, too. Heh.
Edited and sent.
Chapter 14 was edited and sent out last night. If you feel that you should have a copy, and don’t, drop me an e-mail.
Back to reading the Gnostic Gospels. Hee hee!
Well, then.
Chapter 14 is done. Now for typing it up and doing some basic editing.
My thoughts exactly.
http://www.moveon.org/censure/caughtonvideo/
An email from .
“This guy was from Battle Creek, where I was born. He has David as a middle name. He was born the year I graduated from high school. He was captured and is being held in Brooksfield Florida, the town where Uncle Fred and Aunt Patti have spent the last 3 months with Fred’s Mother.”
Silent Observer Fugitive of the Month – MICHAEL DAVID CRAMPTON a.k.a. PAUL KIT
I used to want to name my son that. Huh.
[Dream]
I had been made a vampire. It was, of course, night-time, and I was i a city with tall, looming skyscrapers. One was abandoned, and in its collapsing rooms was the one who made me what I was. It was Ani. I crouched near her, and she told me that I could fly. This excited me beyond measure.
She told me that to do this, I should leap onto the roof of a bus, and from there, leap into the air as if I was trying to reach the top of the building. I immediately left to try this.
The street was busy with cars. It always was, even in the dead of night. A bus soon passed where I was standing, and I easily leapt onto its roof. I felt strangely light. The bus passed a tall building, and I leapt toward its roof. I didn’t make it, but instead of falling, I was floating slowly downward. I turned, and realized that I was actually gliding on the air. The sensation was amazing and freeing! I didn’t want it to end, so I flapped my arms as if they were wings. My flight rose and fell with this movement, and I realized that I did, indeed, have great, leathery, bat-like wings.
I found myself back in the room with my creator. She was warning me that there was someone, like us, that was trying to end me. There would be an orange dot, like a laser scope, when he was near and hunting. As she said this, an orange and fiery dot played across both of us. I ran with all my speed up several floors and to a window. I paused for a few moments, and then the dot played across me again.
The view shifted, and I was seeing the dream from the sidewalk outside the old building. Two eyes, and they were mine, fell to the pavement. Dust and ashes cascaded to the ground near the eyes. Had I been killed as I leapt off of the building, out of the window, high above? A few moments passed, and then the ashes pulled themselves together. I leapt up and spun, slicing through the abdomen of my attacker with a katana. Light flashed, and that moment was a silhouette. His body was in two parts, turning to ash where the sword had halved him, and we were drifting apart in slow-motion.
That’s where I woke up.