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  "Clearly you were thinking I was someone else!"       was shouting...again. He'd had a temper as of late. I hadn't really noticed, but, in all fairness I'd never really noticed  him  to begin with. It was  he  that approached  me . He was sobbing. It was induced and intentional. I didn't even know who he was talking to but he was looking right at me. I blinked. Not in awe, but in passing. His hair was so lifeless. He reminded me of an ex from years ago in Los Angeles , always in control of his victimization. "Say something!" He continued. His eyes, not so much wild as they were impetuous, begged not for sympathy but for a reaction--retaliation even. Was it always like this? Had I never been keen to his fits of hysteria? The broken dishes and remnants of mangled furniture stacked neatly in the corner told me that maybe I had. I noticed blood on my hands and surprised myself with how mild a curiosity I held as to it's origin. Was it mine? Was it
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    Evolution and Cessation   Forms of movement. In the correct order we go from absolutely nothing to the existence of everything. The over-existence. The never ending, constantly moving but irrationally immalleable. So much movement that we essentially stand still. Sliding into reverse; polarity induced by an amateur. Simple movement is not so simple.  It requires direction. Despite a backwards theory, electrons still eventually find their way. Circuits open and filaments will burn. But never without movement.
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               Strung together by large loops of idiosyncrasies. It was July and it was dark. It was hotter than any hell Hector could have imagined.                 The wax could've melted straight off his freshly parted mustache and he would have just stood there in the same agony he's always been in this time of year.                The sun, long set on the dizzying horizon had burned it's final rays into his useless mind like the ugly raised scars still apparent on his hands.                This was a night that was meant to happen. There was never a question as to any other theory.                Walking away had never been an option and considering it now was only a wasted effort on everyone's part, especially Hectors.                Bodies die. Minds wander into an ever expanding universe where nothing really ever existed anyway. What was once a recollection was now only a phantogram. And an ugly one at that.              Lizards with longer tails than normal ha
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