We arrived a few minutes late but I made my transfer without any hassles. This postcard is an invitation to the celebration party. With apologies to : that last part is a little creepy. Once, they even had a closing date. But they were given a reprieve. This was all according to my morning routine, a quiet and comfortable place, with nothing more serious to worry about than a flat iPad battery. Except when I accidentally crunch them, that is.
It showed no blockages to the network cabling, so the neurologist sent me to have an. The cloak can no longer hide me. I usually feel pretty bad about that. But she was breathing fine, and lay there on her side with her hands beneath her face, sleeping peacefully. Before they fed me to this monster, I was allowed to pick some music to listen to during the process. Every day, there are new piles of empty shells scattered on the flagstones, settling down into the horrifying masses of goo, the remnants of dozens or even hundreds of the slugs and snails that were drawn to the Blue Death before them.
Chorus: Bitch, you don't know the way that you're going This bitch screaming back in my clothing I know you don't know what you gonna do What you gonna do, bitch, fuck the whole crew! Gardeners tend to have that ruthless, detached streak in them that you only otherwise see in serial killers and cattle farmers. As I slid into the tube strapped to a table top, I found myself wondering if I had forgotten that I had metallic hip implants, or if the metal fillings I have in a few molars might be ferromagnetic. I was front row center to her collapse, and not only had no impulse to jump in and help, but would probably have done more harm than good had I tried. An advertisement for the in Augsburg, Germany. The lady next to her realized what was happening pretty quickly. Anything besides the sound of fingernail clippers, that is. When I hear that noise, it feels like my spine is trying to slither out my back and down my leg, looking for a hole to hide in until the coast is clear.
I have no peace until I read it, respond to it, and get it off my back. Then I remembered the young lady who was laid out unconscious at my feet, felt guilty, and checked up on her progress. They looked scary enough on their own, but there should have been a warning on the bottle. But then I thought, she might ask what I did to help, seeing as she had been laying on top of my shoes. I hope her flowers survive, I really do. Come on momma, we could go stop the shit But I tell you to do, you would do the opposite Wait up, we're playing games for what? She was sitting up but groggy, with people gathered around, asking her if she knew her own name and who was Prime Minister. So I put on my headphones and pretended to listen to music, sneaking the occasional glance to see if she was still shaking and pale.
I cannot say that I enjoyed it. He suspected a slipped disc in my neck or upper back, and wanted to have a look around the works. Snails and slugs are everywhere. She brought snail pellets, little bright blue nuggets of horror that she could strew about the garden. I was sitting in the train this morning, listening to music and reading something on my tablet. I thought it could be an ice-breaker, maybe, a way to get a conversation going and pass the time. Oh, and blowing your nose loudly in public.
About 10 minutes before we reached the final stop, where I would transfer to the train that takes me onward to my own final stop, a pretty girl collapsed. She was a class act and just sort of gently leaned, and kept on leaning. According to legend, the city was threatening to shut them down for years. I shared their tears and laughter and followed their road with its bumps and bends to the happily ever after. I can only assume this was done as punishment for debunking his original diagnosis. As far as collapses go, it was orderly, graceful even, like a slow-motion stage-faint.
This is a downside to the ubiquity of wireless technologies: the absence of ready-made garrotes in everyday situations So yeah, being ignored and using nail-clippers. This felt creepy almost immediately, so I turned back to my reading. It has been raining cats and dogs. Once she was safely on the floor, calls went out for anyone who might know first aid. A twenty-something guy in immodest cycling pants confidently stepped forward and started giving orders.
The table top locked into place, and everything was quiet. Fuck people, they do vex me so. A warning to all, that it contained scenes of Armageddon, of the End Times. I could see my teeth getting pulled out of the gums and right through my cheeks, clacking against the tube enclosure, swirling around as they chased the giant magnetic loops that were twirling behind the plastic walls. I opened a bottle and made some friends. The output was a little animated slideshow that started from the top of my skull and ended at the sacrum, neat cross-sections of all the vile giblets that fill us and keep the meat moving.