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Ch. 1 The Analog Man Part 1I do not know how long it has been since my escape, but they watch me very closely. The trees pass by on either side of the vehicle while I stare at the center of the road. My home has trees. Perhaps it's the dome and the molecules don't move fast enough or perhaps it is a chemical reaction, but it has trees.
I haven't felt such strong emotions since then and I don't know whether I'd want to. I can't believe how many trees there are. So this is how a forest is, it looks completely different on a television, I'm not sure how to explain it, but it does. They are watching me, up in the sky, I think, observing, wondering what I will do next.
Nothing but trees and road, it's a monotonous journey that I'm used to. I see an animal up the road and I stop, it looks like some kind of deer. I don't know what it's called, a jooz or muss or something but we stare at each other for a second and it darts off into the trees. Ah trees, Such fascinating beings but I cannot stop. They will no doubt take
Rat In The HoleHide,
They will find you
You're in The Hole
Where you always are
They're not happy
You telling the warden
What they have been doing
For the past year
They hate getting in trouble and
They're about to make sure
They never do again
Eight cats will have fun
By A Fellow Inmate
P.S. It ain't gonna be pleseant.
The Order of the Birds IntroFull Title - The Order of the Birds Shall in Turn Kill the Owl
He sat there in complete darkness, waiting, waiting. He meditated, listening for anything that would indicate something. Finally, the door at the other side of the room opened and behind it stood the silhouette of a man. He opened his eyes. It was clear that this man was wearing a business suit, glasses probably shades, he looked fairly muscular and had a short haircut. This man closed the door behind him again enveloping the room in complete darkness.
He heard the footsteps come closer and closer to him and finally stopped straight in front of him. He stood up and the man said in a deep voice "Look." He heard his footsteps walk away from him into the far corner of the room and he heard a faint click. A lamp turned on and it revealed a desk and chair. The desk appeared to be made of the finest oak available, a rare commodity these days and the chair is something one would expect to find in an office, one of those cheap-look
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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