... "there" said in a soft contemplative whisper.
..."i remember that beast. It is called Moose" he says in a soft voice to himself. ..."The sound is not here"
He closes his eyes and in an instant he is transported to another part of the world. He hears the sound a little louder this time *the whispers and sounds of civilization* He opens his eyes. Hot, arid. Lots of sand all around. a desert type environment. He sees a long slender looking thing, crawling on its belly, going sideways in a straight line.
He closes his eyes and remains still for a moment. concentrating on the noise. the noise of the world...
Open bible. Read a chapter. Open laptop. Homepage is set to suicidegirls.com. He sees how many likes he has from previous blogs he has been posting. Not to many but the ones that are their are special to him. He puts on some music, a hard rock/metal station. Looks for a job. Fills out an application or 5. 1-2 hours later. Bowls empty. Feeling positive. get up load a bowl. take a rip. hold, exhale...
(First person view) look at the clock, 7:30 AM *look around, in a room with white walls, a bed, a small table beside it, a big metal dresser and a large flat screen tv. a fan in the corner.* he thinks to himself, "what to do today" *take another hit of some weed,* Go out the door, but not in body, just in mind. Visually seeing everything outside as if he is right there in front of it. as if for the first time. goe up a little in the air, get a top view of the city, a rough image imagined from layouts of the city and the view from flying on a plane, *close eyes and listen for the noise*
... "their" said in a calm soft male voice.
*flying in the direction of the noise, twisting, rolling, flying from side to side, up in the air just under the clouds, checking out the ground below every now and then, mostly listening for the noise. The noise is everywhere. hard to distinguish where it is. look down at the ground below, so high in the air. fly down with a moderate level of speed. enjoying the sights of flying. as the ground nears, the city begins to form. the buildings, the movin cars, then the moving people. stop for a minute or 2 just above the city. listening*
... "not much noise here." Said in a determined voice
"Hey Nephew" (he's about 5 years old) Uncle says as he opens the door.
"Where's Grandpa, Uncle* Says nephew in a typical young male child's voice
"Grandpa's in his room. What's up" Uncle says to him
"just came over to say hi and bye before i go to school" Nephew says
"well good. you have a great day at school nephew" Uncle says happily.
Uncle goes back to his room and listens to some music.
"bye uncle" Nephew yells from the front door.
*check time 8:45 AM*
*get a set of clean clothes from the dresser. Go to the bathroom to shower and clean up. Shower is done. walk back in room, check time 9:00 AM*
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