Bookworms

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Their hands had eyes. Big, black, and dripping. Dripping with ink. Fresh. Ink.

I walked into the local bookstore to buy a copy of Alexandra Bracken’s new book, Never Fade.

First, I noticed that the bookstore was packed. Way more populous than usual. Then, that everyone in the store was still.

Like time had frozen; It had not. Everyone’s attention was glued to their books.

At first I thought: wow! This is great everyone is reading.

Then I realized that everyone was reading the same old, brown, leather-bound, book. With a language on the cover that I did not know. That language. Unknowable.

Everyone’s hands began dripping. This black liquid staining the floor. Ink. Fresh. Ink.

Like any rational human being, I did not panic. I did not panick even when the chanting through the intercom started. I did not panic because, as everyone knows, death is just a myth. A clever fib created by our clever ancestors to scare us. To trick us into spending our time wisely. To scare us into making the right decisions. Our very wise ancestors who had our best interests in mind. you will be missed.

Let us all take a moment to remember our ansestors; whose enchantments and sacrifices to the Great Orb couldn’t save them from the unknowable forces that swept them away from us.

After I reminded myself that death was just a myth, I found a copy of Never Fade by Alexandra Bracken and took it to the check out station. There was one cashier there who had just clocked in. He wasn’t reading the big, brown, leather-bound book. The book with that language, the unknowable language, on the brown and leather cover. He also didn’t have the large black eye on his palm that everyone else had. The throbbing black eye which poured black ink on to the floor. So I decided to check out with him instead of bothering the other cashiers.

When I’d purchased my book he groaned a farewell and picked up a copy of the old, brown, leather-bound book. He then opened the book and a long and black, slimy worm jumped into his mouth, and a big, black eye appeared on his palm.

I left that little bookstore in awe. I couldn’t believe I’d finally gotten my hands on Alexadra Bracken’s new book Never Fade, and I can’t wait to read it.

Today’s Quote of the Day is:

“Look up a the sky. Don’t worry about a thing. Oh, that screaming? It’s nothing. No one is being violently murdered. People with murderous apetites don’t exist silly. Shhh.” – Randy Ortiz

Thanks for reading.

The Birds

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THE BIRDS ARE COMMITTING SUICIDE.

THE BIRDS ARE COMMITTING SUICIDE.

THE BIRDS ARE SUFFERING FROM A VERY VIOLENT DEPRESSION.

When I spoke with their shrink therapist he said that I was a skitzo, that birds didn’t have feelings, that birds are unable to talk and therefore are unable to receive counseling from him.

Highly insensitive I think we’ve figured out why the birds are committing suicide. If there own shrink therapist won’t even listen to them and take them seriously, then how are they going to get help.

Birds are majestic creatures, beautiful in every way, and if one tells you he is contemplating suicide, you better take him seriously, Dr. Seulman.

DEPRESSION IS NOT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY, DR. SEULMAN.

I’m sorry, I just get so worked up over those birds. Suicide is a monstrous disease and if not taken seriously will spread vastly through the bird community. THIS MOSTER NEEDS TO BE STOPPED.

Okay, moving on then.

Today’s Quote of the Day is:

“Everything is dead. Everything is dead. Oh my God, everything is dead.” – Charlie Bradberry

I hate that Charlie. He’s such a mood killer. I was having a pretty good day too. Ya know, aside from all the bird suicides.