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A leaf on the wind. Delicate and drifting, slipping back and forth across the path, flitting from one sight to another. The curiosity of the thing was a hypnotizing oddity.

The Spirit watched the human child through the shifting lens of the Atherial Realms.

Born from corporeal beings that had achieved transcendence, the Spirit had never desired to be a "solid mass" itself.

Until now.

To see the candelight soul flickering and fluttering in its simple joy, followed by the steady presence of the caregiver, for the first time the Spirit wanted.

And so, with a wish of being, the godling took form.

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This is a test

Reminder: This is only a test. Please do not be alarmed. You are loved.

I expect pizza places to follow high safety standards. I like to eat cold pizza.

Standing in the open fridge, drunk-starving-brain blearily trying to decide what was edible and what was way past expiration. Gaze caught by the pizza box from last night. “Score!”

A. Caspian Dukes

B. Paul Polk

And hopefully this is going to work, which would be wonderful. If it does, I will bless you with great joy (and many multiple choice adventures). If it does not?

Well. Boo.

Paul Polk

By the time he was taking the pizza out of the microwave, he was regretting not getting dressed before coming out for food.

He could hear the roomies stirring like bears in their caves and it sent a frission of fear through him.

The scars were a stark reminder across his chest. Of who he used to be. Of what he wasn’t anymore.

Wincing at the sting of pain in his fingers, he nudged the microwave closed and hustled out of the kitchen. He briefly thought about going back for napkins, but he saw the shadow move under Tamela’s door and knew there wasn’t enough time.

He reached the attic stairs as Tamela’s doorknob began to turn. He tried to race up as quietly as he could, imagining himself as a wisp on the breeze.

By the time he emerged in his bedroom, he was grinning madly. “I bring delicious food for the gods.”

“Gods, are we?”

“Well,” Paul gave a mocking bow, “one of us is a god in the sack.”

“Why do I feel like I should be insulted?”

“Probably the same reason why I feel inordinately pleased.”

The twins twined together and beckoned him to them. “You only want me for my food,” he teased, letting himself be pulled onto the bed. “Watch out. We don’t want crumbs in the sheets.”

“The sheets will wash. Crumbs are the least of the mess they’re gonna be in by the time we’re done with you, Polk.”

“Amen?”

“No. This isn’t the end of a prayer. This is the start of one.”

Caspian Dukes

He was exhausted. Down to his very bones. The last thing he wanted to do was cook. All he wanted was to eat.

He shouldn’t have let himself be pulled into the bar. Not when he was so body tired that he was surprised to be able to feel his feet.

But PSI was getting married. Caspian had to at least put in a brief appearance.

He’d smiled. Laughed. Even managed a bit of conversation.

And he’d drunk every toast and cheered with all the rest. Until he could finally leave and come home to the quiet of his apartment.

He wished he’d stopped off to grab some food on his way back. But the idea of his bed and his TV was too much for him. It was only when his stomach rumbled after his shower that he’d thought of all the restaurants he’d trudged past on his way home.

He was still wistful as he took out the pizza box

He wasn’t enough of a savage to eat directly out of the fridge.

He ate over the stovetop instead. His every blink felt heavier than the last, but he didn’t stop eating until he’d finished two slices.

He snatched a third slice out of the box before trudging toward his room. He ate as he walked, not letting himself slow when he passed the couch.

If he sat on the couch for even a moment, he’d be waking up there in the morning with a crook in his neck.

By the time he reached his room, the pizza was gone and he didn’t feel like brushing his teeth.

Sighing at himself, he opened one of the bedside drawers for two pieces of sugar free gum. Tangy sour and sweet to wipe away the traces of garlic and parmesan.

Chewing lazily, he curled up in the middle of the bed. He was too tired to reach for the blankets. He pulled the pillow under his head and that was it. He couldn’t have moved if he wanted to.

He was already asleep.

/TEST

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The news of the world today has been brighter than grim but still nowhere near where things should be. Lots of work yet to be done.

On this 420 I wish everyone the best.

2nd year its happening in quarantine. Here’s hoping next year is able to be a fun blowout event for those that need it.

Ted Nugent caught the COVID. Which could be the punchline to a joke, but is just the fact of the matter. He denied it until he nearly died from it. (No apologies to any of the people who might have listened to his opinion. But whatevs.) At the least he’s letting the public know he was wrong; COVID is real.

Though someone really ought to explain to him that it’s not called COVID-19 because there were 18 other strains of it, but because it was recognized as being a real unique virus on December 31st, 2019.

A simple google search and a trip through Wikipedia, and these conspiracy theorists don’t have to sound so "Do your research on YouTube!"-racist.

Especially considering the strain that plagued the Americas? Came from Italy.

Remember how there was that big to-do of an outbreak happening in Italy before the start of the pandemic? And all those people raced home to the States and there was no quarantine imposed?

And now, a year later, we’re spending the second straight 420 at home?

But whatever.

I always try to look at the brighter side of things.

The sun is shining. The wildfires haven’t started yet. There’s a possibility we can still fix things. That it’s not too late.

For reals. We’re not going to Mars. I don’t know why the few people that MIGHT get to see it and maybe live there are trying to wreck the planet before they go, but… Chill, man.

Here are some thoughts from a book reader:

  • What if you go to Mars and you hate it?

  • What if the colony fails and you’re in desperate need from an Earth you’ve left as a demolished ruin?

  • What if, though humanity someday makes a home on Mars, logistically speaking it ends up being like 140 years from now? Isn’t it easier to have a healthy planet in the interim rather than a smouldering wasteland of bitterness and ennui-driven murderporn?

  • What if aliens really exist on Mars and they attack the colony? (Whether as physically imposing attackers or as invisible microscopic invaders. Tardigrades infested with human-communicable prions that somehow get in the water supply…) Strange amoebas squirming around in brains, plugging in to either create or destroy connections. Being able to contact Earth for microbiologists might be a good thing.

  • What if you commit a murder or someone wants to commit a murder on you and you have to GTFO stat? It might be nice to return to Earth, versus scrambling from dome-city to dome-city being hunted by Silicate soldiers.

Even if the colonization of Mars goes perfectly to plan… Why destroy the Earth?

Maybe the first human martians might like to experience Earth gravity for their ownselves at least once if not and a while. You grok?

Pax.

~HarperWCK

P.S. You’re amazing. Keep it up.

P.P.S. Does anyone else remember Armitage III as being awesome? Or is that memberberries on my part? (Ah, sweet nostalgia. It helped me forget that the Popeye movie was a musical.)