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A Guide On How To Shop In The Pias UndergrowthSo, ye need some groceries and things from the shops. But ye live in the undergrowth of Pias, so it ain’t a case of just popping to some omni-mall. What are ye going to do? Ye can’t farm cos’ the ground here ain’t gonna get enough sun, and there’s nae way in hell ye can just experiment with all the fruits of the jungle, cos’ ye value your life too much. Whatcha gonna do?
Well, good ol’ Cygno here can help ye wi’ this trusty guide! Available in all the shady places over the Kairos galaxy.  This guide here’ll tell ye all about how to find the best markets in Pias and how tae not get scammed by some scoundrel.  
First off, terribly sorry for ye bein’ here.  I dunno if ye were forced tae run from the gangs or police in Canopy City or whatever other tragedy befell ye, but sorry. Pias ain’t a holiday site once yer under the leaves, I can tell ye that fer sure.  
By the time yer readin’ this, y’l
Afterlife Astronaut“There is no God.”
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equally dull pedestal. Crystal red spires pointed at specific points on the globe.
“You just don’t want to argue with me because you are in fear of how wrong you are. And how right a computer can be.”
Jude deserved to be muted, but sass like that always kept her voice a ubiquitous presence in Bernard’s helmet. A blue flash in the top


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Peach JuiceA cloud god
spilled his sun-glass of
peach juice across the sky,
the orange frothed into
white strands
flooding into
heavenly Morse code.
The solar drink thinned
into a beard-grey
until the dome was
a glass-black sea,
the moon
an uneaten celestial crisp.
A Pile of Exiled LeavesLook:
under their father's roots,
oven-baked by progress
they stare at the stars,
ponder over their photosyn thesis'
and wonder where they'll land next.
Dry veins bringing
drought to the cuticle,
the rivers sprawling
like cobwebbed fingers
scratching cellulose into
eczema of the upper epidermis,
dirt-ink sketches bleeding softly
to the frayed edge of
mesophyllic parchment,
where Death took his scissors
and cut oblong hearts
from Life and into
the frigid air.
Dead gold,
curled up in amber wrinkles,
a million Queens of Spades
who played dead for too long.
The Plants: A FableThe plants were sick of the animals.
"They do nothing for us!" General Redwood exclaimed. "They eat us, cut us down, sit on our mangled corpses... we must do something!"
"But what?" Dandelion asked.
"Is it not obvious? We must stop our production of oxygen!"
All of the plants but Dandelion cheered. With the oxygen gone, the animals would have to either listen to the plant's demands or die!
"Are you sure...? Will this not kill us too?"
Alas, no one heard Dandelion's warning in the uproar and applause.
The next day, the plants went on strike and stopped all production of oxygen. Sure enough, panic ensued and the animals suffocated.
General Redwood held a great big party to celebrate, but no plant came over.
"Where are they all?" General Redwood asked.
"Do you not see?!" Dandelion snapped hotly. "They cannot make it because they are dead! They cannot perform respiration!"
General Redwood did not hear. He was dead, stiff and upright like a burnt bone.
"Oh you idiots!" Dandelion huffed. "Yo




  • Mood: Insecure
  • Listening to: A New House - Deacon Blue
  • Reading: All My Sons - Arthur Miller
  • Watching: cry and cox plays resident evil 6
  • Playing: Audiosurf
  • Eating: thumb
  • Drinking: tea wi moonlight milk
First day back in school.
It wasn't as bad as I thought, which is the saddest thing of all. 

The new S1s were really nice, they let me past and all the rest of it. Sadly everyone else blamed their time-blood which is shitty and stuff. 
It was still kinda overwhelming. I'd been used to social situations I liked myself to be in rather than ones involving conveyor belts. 

Even though I kept quiet on the bus I still got hit in the face with the strawberry grenade. I have to do a year of this, or change my bus stop. Latter sounds more easy, but then I'll get the guilt of breaking a friendship that does next to nothing for me. Relationships are weird.

I did my homework first thing when I got back, though. I walked home, ysee, and felt all supadupa productive. Wonder how long that'll last? Considering I have to eat my sawdust-soaked heart if I fail my Highers, then for a while I hope. 
Although maybe I might give in to fate's peer pressure. 

The group I'll call the "Liver-Killers" are doing really well with their brain cell suicide pacts, thanks to the power of RottenAppleJuice, by Not GabriaXorp because even they think it's a stupid idea. 
MoudlyPotatoWater, however, is a big seller. 
Either way, that'll tell Thatcher!



DaDaist journals like this should be a thing. By which I mean I should put more half-intellectual titles to things. As if I don't do that enough already.

The School Press are changing into a magazine format, with apparently a more local perspective. I can't see much luck in that considering we already have a local magazine (which I write for!!) and the hypernoise of the meeting, fractured organisation makes me wonder if I should leave. 
I mean, write something about tomatoes in the comments if you read through this, I'm curious. I mean, I only stay to see this girl and her friends there. As friends ya silly. Maybe I was just overwhelmed on first day back; I need to be there from the start maybe??

It's a shame school had to feel so...comfortable. I was all ready to show a new me, a reserved one, "THIS IS THE BLUE DUST LEFT BEHIND BY YOU, SCHOOL!" sorta person. But no, I just had more deadpan humour. 
Which is good, I think. It's a blindfolded step towards the right way through a pond. 

Getting dizzy and having amazing music in your ears is the best. Move your head during your circling, keep hands out to stop crashing into something, do it on trampoline for best effect.

To be lost is the greatest feeling these days.

Love you all.

~POST GAME~

I'm writing a short story called "Orbiting Moons". It's about a gay 16 year old ghost. Will be kinda explicit. Should I upload it here?

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