Silly Selfies
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secularhermit, oh my gosh, how did THAT get on here?!! Someone set me up!! 
That is me in my graceful insect form--I can shapeshift, you know!! Hah hah..jk.
That is me in my graceful insect form--I can shapeshift, you know!! Hah hah..jk.
Well!
That´s my problem! I hope I could feel who you are the exact time I see one of those bugs, because I often see redishbugs... So, the time I see one BLUE, it is because she feels blue (then I wouldn´t know she is YOU).
K
"Clouds of marshmallows" Ken thought with a laugh. "Who would think of something like that". Ken felt like he needed to think of something else; something light maybe. Anything other than the thought of what he had to do.
The pit hadn't been opened since the 80's, at least to anybody's recollection. The opening wasn't large. Barely the size of a typical manhole plate only this one had the three locks. When he cut the locks and entered he found the opening itself was the smallest part of the pit as it widened down a concrete cavern to a second culvert type tunnel. Once there, providing the old blue prints were accurate, was the old generator. Ken had asked whether the generator might still work and was answered with a not too reassuring reply of "I don't know".
Still, Ken was surprised at the progress he had already made. He knew when he thought of other things that reality could bend a little, shift. Turn into a a thing not so noticeable; almost forgettable. "like when I'm driving and when I get to where I'm going, I can't remember the last 10 miles" Ken thought again and making quick progress down to the cuvert. He only saw and didn't recognize he rat tottering in the other direction.
It was dark now. Of course, the generator had long since locked up and was useless. The flashlight was only illuminating a dusty filled beam while the dark swallowed all other parts around its center. "Polka dotted leprachauns and virgin albinos!" Ken tried again to remove himself. "Where in the world would somebody come up with a virgin albino...." he tried again. The thought came to him abruptly, violently. It snapped his brain like a trap and smoldered there like battery acid.
"Albino virgins" and Ken pulled open the last rusted metal door. 'Authorized Personnel Only' in faded red. Tears of paint had run down its front leaving streaks like blood.
"Albino virgins" Ken numbly moaned. It was his one last grasp for sanity as he suddenly and completely found his own albino virgin. He choked back an unheard scream when it said.....
"why can't we be friends!"
Thus is Ken's selfie...
The pit hadn't been opened since the 80's, at least to anybody's recollection. The opening wasn't large. Barely the size of a typical manhole plate only this one had the three locks. When he cut the locks and entered he found the opening itself was the smallest part of the pit as it widened down a concrete cavern to a second culvert type tunnel. Once there, providing the old blue prints were accurate, was the old generator. Ken had asked whether the generator might still work and was answered with a not too reassuring reply of "I don't know".
Still, Ken was surprised at the progress he had already made. He knew when he thought of other things that reality could bend a little, shift. Turn into a a thing not so noticeable; almost forgettable. "like when I'm driving and when I get to where I'm going, I can't remember the last 10 miles" Ken thought again and making quick progress down to the cuvert. He only saw and didn't recognize he rat tottering in the other direction.
It was dark now. Of course, the generator had long since locked up and was useless. The flashlight was only illuminating a dusty filled beam while the dark swallowed all other parts around its center. "Polka dotted leprachauns and virgin albinos!" Ken tried again to remove himself. "Where in the world would somebody come up with a virgin albino...." he tried again. The thought came to him abruptly, violently. It snapped his brain like a trap and smoldered there like battery acid.
"Albino virgins" and Ken pulled open the last rusted metal door. 'Authorized Personnel Only' in faded red. Tears of paint had run down its front leaving streaks like blood.
"Albino virgins" Ken numbly moaned. It was his one last grasp for sanity as he suddenly and completely found his own albino virgin. He choked back an unheard scream when it said.....
"why can't we be friends!"
Thus is Ken's selfie...
