The One's by .db.

Gather you're loved ones and hold tight the fading light. The world enters into darkness. Hearing not breath of your own but the moans of those who are breathing your brow trembles in a faith that is fleeting. Stepping forward and stepping back "The One's" slither through the black. Muscles tighten and lungs constrict with thoughts of the pain "The One's" will inflict. Your smaller kin grow anxious and claustrophobic. It's not Long now, "The One's" can feel it. The drive, the fear, the tearing voice yelling for motion. With such fear begins a desperate notion. "The One's" grow closer ever more as a muffled desire claws at the door. Suddenly silence heard by all. "The Ones" leave down the blackened hall. Nothing but silence behind the door. Your kin fear nothing anymore. forever more.

-.db.

O' Right....Love

the chemical reaction between two people, the explosive diarrhea of affection that compounds, and compresses itself into a solid soon becoming a liquid then drying to a solid yet again after rigorous physical contact....Love. yes, that i believe is the name for it: Love. it's that huge wondrous feeling that two Microcosm's share after meeting, and for whatever reason their nerve endings begin vibrating, their mind's dull and all space in the world seems to shatter away like glass until their is nothing but the two standing naked in the abyss. their eyes meeting in and out and then linking in one extended contact. suddenly all walls are broken, all barriers burned, and their is nothing else to share but nakedness and freedom of one's self. two linking to one another in an empty world that is their own to fill with whatever they please. nothing else can be seen, nothing heard, nothing is there, but the bonding of spirits, of bodies, and of minds; and to others it can be seen from miles away.

A Man, A Bear and Drink

you wanna know what's fucked up!? I'll tell you whats fucked up! going into a quick stop gas station to be greeted by a fucking bear robbing the joint at gun point! first reaction: get the drink that i came in there for because I've been walking for 4 fucking hours and i told myself! i says: "Dylan! this is WAY to far for a normal man to be walking! good job sailor! you deserve a beverage and not even" I said this!: "Not even a homicidal Bear with a gun can stop you from getting this!" AND WOULDN'T YOU F++KING KNOW IT!? a bear! with a f++king revolver in his dirty little paw! so any whooper i walked up to the counter with $5.95 in my pocket. for a 99 cent drank. the bear seemed undeterred from my presence there. he just stood there and snarled at the unstereotypical cashier with drool running down his lips.... the bear, not the cashier. Indian's don't drool.
i placed my money on the counter and the cashier had - the - GAWL to not take my money!

 right!? what an asshole! i thought so too! glad you're on my side! now we can get back to the story! you distracted me!

The cashier mouthed something in his native language. it looked like "hep mye"?...... I'm not sure what that means, maybe i was being proposed to. I informed him of how I just got out of a relationship, am still hurting, and am not ready to explore his gender yet.....yet. the Bear exclaimed "BRAGNARPHRUPPRUPP!" which I was taut in my Bearonese class meant either "Give me all your money." or "your shoe is untied." I saw that the cashier's shoe was in fact untied. how nice of this Bear, sure he robs you at gun point but he wants you to at least look good while he does it.

"$1.05 p-p-please." said the cashier. "sure thing." i said, "and a box of Whoppers for this charming hunk of cuddle." the cashier gave me a perplexed look. "are you fucking serious!?" "Don't take that American accent with me sir!" in said sternly before the Bear yelled: "GIVME RA V++KING GRHOPPERS!!!" i turned towards the Bear, patted him on the back and said "have a nice night my friend." we saluted and i went on my merry way...... come to think of it that wasn't all that fucked up.... hrmm