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CATS AND SCIENCEDid you know that it is more dangerous for a cat to fall from a third storey window than from a twentieth storey window? This is because a cat is cooler and lither than the best of ninjas, and in fact the cat is harbouring a supreme secret. When a cat falls, it twists upright in midair and flattens itself out into a fluffy, feline parachute. Falling from the third storey, a cat doesn’t have time to turn around, so… -splat. Most tiny things, like flecks of dust and gerbils – actually, maybe not gerbils – can survive a fall from any height because they have a big surface area for their weight. A cat is a reasonably bigCATS AND SCIENCE
by ~Signati
"We Didn't Start The Fire"?Father tells me I am lucky. When we are sitting by the fire after dinner, and after he has badgered me about how I should become a doctor like him, he commentates to the news. His poor man’s university education has instilled in him a desire to make people know the truth, to lecture. He tells me how lucky I am. I know how lucky I am. I have read the books Animal Farm, and 1984. I am reminded of them every time we see the news and Father talks about politics. He waves his hands out and out, his glasses catching orange firelight – fire in his eyes, fierce pride that his children have grown in a place of such peace. There is an old Can"We Didn't Start The Fire"?
by ~Signati
FecundityHerald the coming of the elements, In the knowledge that here, even, In the alleyways and back fire escapes of our times… I shall wander.Fecundity
First shall be the man and the woman, the raised city spires of steel, the kebab shops, these cathedrals to your pride. Men shall move, but with the cold grey speed of flowing stone. They shall run for safety, but the moss shall seize their joints long before the first step. They shall try to scream, but new soil shall be born with earthworm and fungus, and their mouths shall be stopped before their noise can ring around the lands of their devising, the mortar of their bricks h
by ~Signati
Gentle HenryGentle Henry never spoke> nobody in the village had heard his voice< but nobody had seen him frown< either> Gentle Henry was old< even when i had known him as a boy< and as i grew up this eternally smiling man< with his pipe and cloth hat< could be seen in his cobblestonewalled garden< lush green near the parish> i suppose now that he must have been some kind of halfwit< but during those times i< like most of the villagers< looked to him in almost religious superstition< like a kind of village talisman> but he was no deity< and as i aged< so did he> through the passage of years< the man we called Gentle Henry became more and more earthen< i uGentle Henry
by ~Signati
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The DiscoveryThe Great Doctor, as often he was called, died terribly one day due to severe aches—aches as inhuman as could still be called natural. Just a little beyond the line. Of course, the people around him knew not the purpose or the cause of such quiet reflections that were expressed by times of huffing, heaving great quantities of air. Delighted, still, was the Great Doctor at his malady, for it seemed to him only he knew of it. No one suspected anything.The Discovery
Its beginning, he reflected, was somewhere between five years to one month ago. It could have begun when he first stared at the Moon and noticed its complete
by ~poeta-violinista
Can I Help You?Can I help you? That was how it all started. It was that simple. A question. Can I help you? That was all she said. It was what she was supposed to say. It was polite. The response was just as polite. Calm, and direct. Can I help you?Can I Help You?
Yeah. Yeah you can. You can uh…give me all the money in the register. Pause. She honestly thought the man was joking. He just comes in, all hunched over in his dark sweater with the hood pulled up as far as it could go. H
by ~thebeautifulprison
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I love the The Kiss List prose that you did. Stunning. <3
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I think, therefore I am. ...I think.
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I'm sick of chasing my dreams, I'm just gonna ask 'em where they going and catch up with them later.
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in love with Love
(God is Love)
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I think, therefore I am. ...I think.
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in love with Love
(God is Love)
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