we all stood before the deck patio windows, our mirror images partially wiped clear from the rising moon over the eastern shoulders of a glazed mountainside. there was the fear of assumed suddenness and clarity and the planes kept breaking up in great plumes of fire, their steel anguish echoing like the roar of a tortured lion. we had to keep asking ourselves why they continued to come in, the landscape accumulating fiery sunspots, acne of response. we could see the western runway that began no more than 100 yards away. men in neon yellow jackets dotted the snowscape, dragging bodies throug the trees that stood before our three story apartment and the airport, fat and industrious on the northern plateau of the mountain base. before too long the charred and steaming bodies were stacked in pyramids of four and five, a giant weaving snake along the hillside. we continued our agitation and dread. each fireball rang in the chamber of our ribcage, the heart of terror and muted agony.
"the universe is an intelligence test" timothy leary
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"they say that in the future were going to lose fingers because we won't need them. think about it. wouldn't it make more sense that aliens are people from the future than from another planet" - some random guy on internet, circa 2008
"Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before... He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way" - kurt vonnegut
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Dude, where's my czar?
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