Fear Nothing.

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Nothing is real. Nothing is coming. Fear Nothing. Fear. Nothing.

Today I took my cat, Mr. Cottonfoot, to the vet for… personal reasons. (She doesn’t want me to put what exactly for on the internet. She’s a little shy)

Anyway, we had walked to the vet because Mr. Cottonfoot is deathly afraid of cars. She says they’re death cages, like the one her previous owner, who shall not be named, kept her in. She also says that sooner or later they will definitely kill you.

Silly cat. She still thinks death is real. Death isn’t real you silly, silly cat. DEATH IS NOT REAL.

But oh, Nothing is real. Nothing is very, very real.

We were walking home from the vet when, from an abnormally dark alley way, I heard someone (or something) call.

“Psst.” The ominous thing called.

At first I ignored it, because you’re not supposed to talk to strangers. But, it called again.

“Psst, hey Jack.”

Then I thought: huh, this person or thing or whatever knows my name. So it’s not a stranger to me.

Looking back on it the voice could have been using the name “Jack” as the slang term for “man” and could’ve been calling out to just about anyone.

I walked into that alley way like a fool. Walked right into it with Mr. Cottonfoot like a fool.

When we stepped into the alley way we were transported to the Void and were greeted by Nothing. Being my second time in the Void I kind of knew my way around. If you walked in any direction it would take you nowhere. If you stood still you would go everywhere; Which, coincidentally, in the Void is also nowhere. But enough about the Void and its nonexistent vistas. I need to tell you about Nothing.

Nothing, Nothing was a being of unidentifiable gender. Nothing had no eyes or nose or mouth. Nothing was kind of like a silhouette, but didn’t have any definite shape.

Nothing also gave me a message. I’m not sure how Nothing spoke without a mouth, but Nothing said:

“Here I am, Nothing! Here I am, and I am coming to you all. I will appear in the early morning just as you open your eyes and I will fill all your days with me. I, Nothing, am your new master. You will obey me. When I come to you I will bring with me death. I will bring the death that your ancestors warned you about, and all who disobey I will unleash death upon them. I am Nothing. I am coming. Fear me. Fear. Me.”

Nothing is coming. Fear Nothing. Fear. Nothing.

After Nothing finished saying this I blacked out. When I woke up I was on my bed and Mr. Cottonfoot was sleeping on top of me.

I’m not exactly sure if this was a dream, but just in case it wasn’t:

NOTHING IS COMING. FEAR NOTHING. FEAR. NOTHING.

Today’s Quote of the Day is:

Trees. I like ’em – Simone Wooten

Thanks for reading.

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The Fog

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Today, I was at the supermarket buying groceries for me and my cat, Mr. Cottonfoot. When out of nowhere this woman rams her shopping cart into mine. I was all like: “Are you okay?” Checking up on her. You know, being the total gentleman that I totally am, and she just starts cursing at me (some people are just sooo rude). Then she just stops after a few seconds. She kind of does this half glance thing over her shoulder and just runs off screaming at the top of her lungs. She even left her shopping cart and everything.

Some people are just in so much of a hurry that they can’t even┬ástop to appreciate the simpler things in life: like birds, or clouds, or when you accidently cut your finger and beautiful, scarlet blood starts pooling out. So beautiful. So so scarlet.

Sorry, I’m digressing.

Anyway, I went to the checkout station. The cashier was nice. He kind of starred at me with this blank expression, his pupils had turned to brown sepia toned clouds and were fully dialated. But he did his job. I paid for my groceries and proceeded out the doors. After I packded my groceries into the car, I looked back up at the store and this thick fog had engulfed the supermarket. It was brownish – sepia toned like the young cashier’s eyes. Then the fog was gone and so was the supermarket. Weird right? It just vanished. Gone.

I’ve wonered about that fog.

Where did it come from?

Where had it gone?

Why was it only in sepia tones; why not like, grey? Or something exotic like orange or red?

I may never know the answer to these questions, but, surprisingly I’m okay with that. Maybe we all should be okay with being unable to fully understand some things. Maybe it’s for the better.

Thanks for reading, and today’s Quote of the Day is:

“I chant and I chant, the guttural phrases of my ancestors, but nothing will save me now. Nothing will save any of us. Time will surely catch up with us, and our souls will be forever circumcised from our bodies.” – Bill Shoemaker

Wow Bill! That was just beautiful.