Wednesday, 4 September 2013

1ST BATTLE




I went for some food, there hadn’t been any spaceships for some while.

I chewed at things, cross-legged, staring up past the window ledge, at light blue, which was full of a buzzing alarm sound, silent to most normals. Some hear the sound of silence, in the buzzing, like that, a tone, that goes on and on, like one long sound underneath water, underneath sand, an ever-present drawn out tone.

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