a generous bloke next to me
a jar of valium for free
non-stop kicking on the
screen, etc.
my own knee could barely
fit between my ass and the
seat back in front of me
and my high-ass wood-
block heels, and so on
because it was my city
and as a child there were these
shields around me, e.g.
being on a ledge that was privy
as in likely emergency
by Reptily
Not even as it tracks and adjusts the movements of your limbs and spine?
Those are behaviors I'd never elect to manage even if I had the choice. Braino is vastly more powerful wherever the K5000 can underwrite some of the grunt work.
Know and name thine enemy, dear friend. Even if you'll have nothing to do with lavajraja.
Vajraja.
I know that you can say it and that you feel good saying and having said it lavajraja.
Vajraja.
Ok I better sign off. You caught me at a very late point in my life this time. Talk to your minister of technology, but I'd scope it for early to mid adulthood. They're burying me tomorrow, man.
Oh, so sorry. For your loss?
No, you're sorry about interrupting me when I'm trying to die.
Ok. I do feel bad about that. Damn connection. Next week we'll find a much spiffier moment for the both of us.
Take care, Jan.
You as well, Dr. Thong.
[Add dialog Clip #] As I stand here on this steaming heap of rubble, all that's left of my family's vittles emporium, all that's left, perhaps, of some members of my family, I wonder how a man can speak still and bear the weight of this horror!
Indeed I wonder how a man can speak and why, apart from doggedly following ancient traditions, we must also submit to the murdering beasts that darken these skies! But I do not require light to see the MPS's treachery!
Why indeed do we have the gift of speech, unlike those dead just yards below my feet? May we speak so as not to kill or kill when they do not hear us speak! [create image: Jansdaad's fists clenching his bloody tunic]
[Add dialog Clip #] Jan Jansdaad, what can we do now. What is our response? [create image: turban-headed figure in crowd holding both arms high in the air]
[Add dialog Clip #] I chuck my dead into La Mthyuh. I beg that she eat me next. And next, all of you. And then we must destroy the K-5000! [create image: crowd of dusty and injured Jantownsmen shaking fists and shouting or falling to their knees and tearing at their hair; BKGRD: skies obscured by three colossal Ks drizzling rain-like urine] Destroy the K-5000! Destroy the K-5000!
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