03-17-2009, 02:00 PM
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Thanks! And that is a hot table.
He turned the book upside down, sideways, and tried to make sense of what it might have been like creating a written language. The possibilities were endless and mind-boggling, and drifted through his thoughts like a sunbeam off metal. “I’d like to do that. I worry about her, y’know? Like maybe her mum fucked her head up and me takin’ her didn’t help.”
Incredibly, he laughed. It was a boyish thing, but peculiar. A secret madness carried in its tone, though Ezekiel had yet to experience anything more traumatic then a natural disaster—and that was only thunderstorms and blizzards, nothing remarkable at all. “I worry about my sister too. Do you do that? I mean, worry about your family, like dad and stuff?” Another star-bust flooded his vision, white light that made him close his eyes against the page and hold onto the darkness as his vision settled. [/html]