One day a Moose was born, Ritual demanded the blood of an innocent and thus he was also ended. He awoke to a strange world, knowing something happened before, uncertian as to what it was. This realm felt different, senses muted, conciousness dulled, an altogether unusual place. With the passage of time came the passage of memory, He had forgotten the realm before, his dreams of other sense nothing more than failed illusions. This hard realm his world now, not understanding but not knowing there was somewhere else for him to be.
My brain drifted through those words a few days ago, in the middle of an eleven hour shift, huddled next to the propane heater they had warming one of the houses in the construction site I monitor every thursday. Usually I camp in my car, but I crashed it earlier in the week and was forced to take the shift ((no replacement to be found))
hmmmm, words...... maybe I'll wait till this 12hour shift is finished ((guarding medical mechanica)) then I'll be all loopy and such.
My brain drifted through those words a few days ago, in the middle of an eleven hour shift, huddled next to the propane heater they had warming one of the houses in the construction site I monitor every thursday. Usually I camp in my car, but I crashed it earlier in the week and was forced to take the shift ((no replacement to be found))
hmmmm, words...... maybe I'll wait till this 12hour shift is finished ((guarding medical mechanica)) then I'll be all loopy and such.
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