A Big Old Sensitivity Party.
NaNoWriMo Novel rounding the far turn, headed into the stretch...
I slid open the glass door that led to the outside. “It’s 127 floors, Ralph…what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going after Reena. I’m going to do what I should have done before.”
“And what’s that?”
“We’re gonna have some dinner. And then we’re gonna talk. And maybe talk about our feelings. And my feelings. And how they relate to her feelings. A big old sensitivity party. Because it’s like you said: we’re special. We’re snowflakes. We need each other. We need to be told that we’re special. We need to be able to nap wherever and whenever we want. Because do you know what I realized? It’s not all about you, or me. It’s about everyone. We can all take better care of each other. We can all look out for one another. It all starts with someone taking a stand, or a knee, or whatever you have to do. It starts with one, then it goes the all of us… All of us. Everyone…every one of us..,”
I climbed out on to the ledge…and took a step up…summoning all my strengths that played right into my new skill set…
“I will go down the way I want to go down. Fast asleep and oblivious to my fate."
Read Pain Center: the Novel if you want to read more stuff like this, in a paper book assembled like a zine.. http://davecookson.tripod.com/PainCen...
I slid open the glass door that led to the outside. “It’s 127 floors, Ralph…what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going after Reena. I’m going to do what I should have done before.”
“And what’s that?”
“We’re gonna have some dinner. And then we’re gonna talk. And maybe talk about our feelings. And my feelings. And how they relate to her feelings. A big old sensitivity party. Because it’s like you said: we’re special. We’re snowflakes. We need each other. We need to be told that we’re special. We need to be able to nap wherever and whenever we want. Because do you know what I realized? It’s not all about you, or me. It’s about everyone. We can all take better care of each other. We can all look out for one another. It all starts with someone taking a stand, or a knee, or whatever you have to do. It starts with one, then it goes the all of us… All of us. Everyone…every one of us..,”
I climbed out on to the ledge…and took a step up…summoning all my strengths that played right into my new skill set…
“I will go down the way I want to go down. Fast asleep and oblivious to my fate."
Read Pain Center: the Novel if you want to read more stuff like this, in a paper book assembled like a zine.. http://davecookson.tripod.com/PainCen...
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