Sudden Love on a Back Road in the Country

"Just say yes, say you'll marry me," Justin gasped.

Speaking was difficult, getting softer.

"Honey, where's your phone? We need help. I need your phone."

Rebecca looked into the glove compartment. It was empty. Most things were on the roof anyway, and it was too dark to see anything there except for the reflection of the moon in the growing pool of blood. It was quiet now that the front wheels had stopped spinning needlessly on their axel.

"Marry me..." he said again, repeating slowly.

Her waist was sore from the seatbelt pressed into her, holding her up. She tried reaching for Justin's pocket but her arm was caught on something. Or not moving. She couldn't tell which.

"Justin, honey, where is your phone! We need help! Justin!"

She never found it, but the phone was in his pocket. Its battery was drained.

I Know Only I Do

(My apologies for Crass Language not being updated on schedule, I need to take more pictures! I know I do!)

I Do
By Michael Lagace

Well, I came for you but you weren't here too
So I wait for you though I know only I do
Well I do, I know only I do
We played with your rules in your place so I lose
And I know I bruise though I know only I do
Well I do, I know only I do

I could never understand the feeling
Of building just to tear down

Well, I'm framed in your view of punishments due
And I see it's skewed though I know only I do
Well I do, I know only I do
When we danced in your room to songs we both knew
Well I cherish the truth though I know only I do
Well I do, I know only I do

I could never understand the feeling
Of building just to tear down

The Story of the Crash of Exodus

The system failed, all life support was offline for days when the autopilot brought the ship crashing down to Earth. Four hundred and eighty-five cryogenic chambers were destroyed. The remaining fifteen survived.

Upon impact with the ocean, the shuttle's cargo bay cracked, weakened by the force of reentry. The chambers remained buoyant and came loose, where currents took some westward and the others eastward. The chambers that made it to land eventually opened, and the men and women inside got out. Instinct took over, their brains damaged from the life support being offline. They could not remember what happened. Not the Dahlia Virus, or the Exodus expedition, and not what they were to do when they returned.

This is how we would eventually know the story. At the time, those fifteen people only knew they were alive.

Happily

Twenty-nine years ago to the minute, I arrived to the world. Know that today I will wake happily. We will go for groceries and spend the afternoon cooking. Before enjoying dinner, we will exchange birthday gifts and be thankful for our life. We will do this all together with our hearts open wide, and know that today, I will fall asleep happily.

A Confession, an Admittance of Guilt

The following is quite obviously true, and needn't be said, except that I'm saying it anyway: I haven't been keeping up my usual semi-prolyphic writing. And oh, if an apology were all that it would take for the Entire World to forgive me!

New web site is still underway. Honestly, I thought it would have been complete by now, but I'm having some unforeseen problems with certain punctuation. Without giving too much away, there's something going on between my code, my database, and my server's settings. (With giving too much away, it would've involved explaining my lack of knowledge of magic_quotes, addslashes, stripslashes, and mysql_real_escape_string.) Last night I spent a deal of time looking for similar scripts, hoping to find my solution within them or something to use instead. I found neither. And so, once again, I'm left to figure this out on my own, which I love and hate. In many ways I feel like this project is the catalyst of all my future projects.

(On a side note, if you've been to A Result of Reason, know that once this web site is complete, it will be taken down and its contents moved. I never quite felt comfortable with the name, but as things happen, the others I preferred were taken.)

Presently, it is the 7th day of October, and on the 31st I am moving in and settling somewhere with a great big smile. Before I leave my current residence though I will have no hesitation to turn it into a loud recording studio, at least for a few days. You will know when something is ready.

Misconclusions

9 o'clock thursday night
with a scientist
- a first year biochemist, to be exact -
who knew science would save us
a militant atheist
- so he claimed -
but didn't see that his belief
was as fierce as if
science were his god
and his god, infallible