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Black Blood Cells.
Jul. 23rd, 2014 10:57 pmhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0i3cEdaM6y4
All you need is a fast car, with thick doors and small windows. Take mine.
"But what will you do".
He lifts his arm. The black veins fought like worms to get beyond the ragged tourniquet. He drops the keys into my cold, clammy palm as I fight the urge to hold him.
"Me? I'll fade out, like the rest. You can wait if you want, if you think this chance merits mercy. But if I were you, son, I'd run and run now. And take her with you."
At first, it seemed a safe place. The machinery still whirred, though surely the people that once tended to the beating heart of Compressor Station 13 would have succumbed by now. Better to be safe than sorry though. We had a full tank, a fast car, and had to get out by nightfall.
In the distance, a hint of a cry. We look. Foxes? Or a child? The fences looked intact, uncompromised. Could someone have gained access to the compound and found shelter.
Too late. You ran to the trunk and tried to get the gun, but the electronic lock had engaged, and the trees rustled with far too much depth, weight to be a Fox or a child. I struggled with the key, but the last I saw was your hand dragged into the undergrowth. As I pulled the door shut, kicking the brake off and selecting drive in one move, the cries of the child were drowned out by your screams.
They'd stay with me for as long as I lived.
Not too long.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCYnTK9GvZc
We'd found that spot years ago. "Take me to where the fire burns daylight away", you said, and we watched the sun drawn into the abyss, singeing the canalboats and livestock red across the fields, burning embers that would remain until the morning relit them. A tiny phoenix in every scene.
Sounding drunk, yet with consummate precision, Lux Interior declares that you look, taste, smell good. I agree.
Like you, he's dead now. Yet immortal. Ghosts that haunt this ship as it plies ever emptier tarmac seas, in search of the last life, the last fuel... the last breath.
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All you need is a fast car, with thick doors and small windows. Take mine.
"But what will you do".
He lifts his arm. The black veins fought like worms to get beyond the ragged tourniquet. He drops the keys into my cold, clammy palm as I fight the urge to hold him.
"Me? I'll fade out, like the rest. You can wait if you want, if you think this chance merits mercy. But if I were you, son, I'd run and run now. And take her with you."
At first, it seemed a safe place. The machinery still whirred, though surely the people that once tended to the beating heart of Compressor Station 13 would have succumbed by now. Better to be safe than sorry though. We had a full tank, a fast car, and had to get out by nightfall.
In the distance, a hint of a cry. We look. Foxes? Or a child? The fences looked intact, uncompromised. Could someone have gained access to the compound and found shelter.
Too late. You ran to the trunk and tried to get the gun, but the electronic lock had engaged, and the trees rustled with far too much depth, weight to be a Fox or a child. I struggled with the key, but the last I saw was your hand dragged into the undergrowth. As I pulled the door shut, kicking the brake off and selecting drive in one move, the cries of the child were drowned out by your screams.
They'd stay with me for as long as I lived.
Not too long.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCYnTK9GvZc
We'd found that spot years ago. "Take me to where the fire burns daylight away", you said, and we watched the sun drawn into the abyss, singeing the canalboats and livestock red across the fields, burning embers that would remain until the morning relit them. A tiny phoenix in every scene.
Sounding drunk, yet with consummate precision, Lux Interior declares that you look, taste, smell good. I agree.
Like you, he's dead now. Yet immortal. Ghosts that haunt this ship as it plies ever emptier tarmac seas, in search of the last life, the last fuel... the last breath.
( Read more... )
