Short stores and diatribes of insanity.
Story time is the best time. Sit down and relax as I take you on a tour guide through hell.
Judy is assigned 3 days out of the year to represent the most frightening and beautiful aspects of humanity, the three R's, Recovery, Reconciliation, and Retribution. Born with the 1940's ideology of Americanism that she can do anything including a fight for freedom.
The blood along my thin hands and frame flow cold and absolute as I walk amongst this baron land, I see people on their knees praying to their gods, I look up hoping that they'd come down with a hand and help them as they prophesy states, so I can slit the wrist of the helping hand itself, so that I can bathe and taste the blood of their beloved Savior, and watch the minds of their worshipers minds and bodies crumble like the lands they inhabit.
I the lone journalist am riding the great crest of civilization, flowing through the emotional sea of the metaverse. If you look just beyond the crashing wave; you begin to see things. Things that the human mind is not meant to comprehend. Things that break people, shatter families and destroy entire civilizations just by thought alone. I have seen those things. It lies just beyond the point of the neither-realms of the conscious world and the subconscious. That is another dimension; The one which feeds us the energy that pulsates the synaptic patterns of the human brain, lay a world almost inconceivable of our own.
I am the post-apocalyptic girl. I can feel the energy coming off of the satellites above me, calling out for their masters, I wish I can shut them up, tell them that their masters are dead, and they're as isolated as I am. the survivors don't understand why I wear high-heeled boots.
