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SHORT STORY: PORTALS
“When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.” – Philip K. Dick
"The portals are everywhere. And they lead to other Earths...right beside this one."
At first, I thought, when I went to sleep at night – I was small then and new to reality -- someone came in to the house to change the whole thing, and that it was some kind of test, and the point of my day was to expose it, or to get back to the one I liked. The one from the day before. Or the one I started at -- I DON’T KNOW WHICH I STARTED AT NOW. It has been so long that I have been doing this... I keep losing track?...
DIARY OF A DEAD MAN — Chapter 2
Harley is simple man, he likes, rather, he wants his life to be that simple. No complexities, no unnecessary frills to eat away at the edges of that quiet simmering and easy pleasure. His life, that has become habit; admirable habits. No Fuss...
DIARY OF A DEAD MAN — Chapter 1
There's a hole in sun,
and all that was given will fall back there someday.
The life we live here is measured it seems, by the sins from some past life.
The closer you get to the end,
the more you remember from the very beginning, and...just before it.
It takes a lifetime to scratch away that veil of forgetting...
An Artificial Intelligence called Vladimir…
"I acknowledge your perspective, and I want to be clear in stating that while I can simulate intelligence in terms of processing and generating text, I am not sentient, conscious, or possessing human-like understanding or awareness. My responses are generated based on patterns in data and algorithms, and I do not have the capacity for genuine intelligence or consciousness as humans experience them. Thank you for engaging in this conversation, and if you have any further questions or topics to discuss in the future, please don't hesitate to return." -- Chat GPT 3.5...
White Bread…it’s like, Kleenex for your Stomach…
The Bible? It is an old book and is a collection of narratives from still older books. It is controversial, and concise within a framework of time. It has many versions in the modern day translations of it, from the multiples of languages that have described its ideas and concepts. And every single one of them is wrong...
ANGELA LOIJ: The Selk’nam Genocide
One gets overwhelmed with the news of the day. It all seems to be happening all at same time. And as the story gets old and over used, one looks to new ways of informing the ignorant of the importance of what we are going through as a planet. The psychopathic crowd are fully in control one could conclude, and the ponerology of the system that we live in, seems unbeatable and growing.
I have tried to publish this a number of times only to pull it back down again. It was originally written in 2015. I don't know how it truly makes me feel or how I should react to it. Its a terrible story; one of the hidden stories of our world. Known only to a few. But it does give a glimpse onto the mindset of those that are trying to conquer the world and make it theirs alone, and only their planet.
How many times has the following happened throughout history and prehistory? Untold numbers of the innocents gone from the history books and anonymously before any kind of writing was invented.
Lost, down that long road of humanity's past, lost forever to a abyss ...
WOMAN IN A TIGHT GREY SUIT
“What is now proved was once only imagined.”
― William Blake
A story by Michael Burns
It was one of those, afternoons. Sitting at a small café, light diffused, not quite there — surreal.
Light waiting to happen. On the edge of waiting to happen…ready.
YELLOW FISH
I was painting ten paintings the other day. In the music studio and lost an idea among a pile of dead poems sitting on a shelf,
it was a good idea!
It was something about the sound a bird makes after a terrible storm;
for the world is stilled and made over completely in that single solitary second.
This is not the only world…by far...
Autumn 1932, London, England…a hotel?
Autumn 1932, London, England: Cold grey October day, wind gusting….
I step out of the front lobby doors of the Sandman Castle Inn, put my hands in my overcoat pockets and pulled my long coat closer around me, against that bitter chill of the fall wind. The world was getting colder; it had been a long trip by steamer...
don't worry you can change this later 
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