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[Two Actors pass by a half-closed door, one well after the other. The one falling behind is limping, breathing heavily with the back of a splayed hand pressed against his lower spine.]
Sun- Sunny, stop. I need to- I have to stop. 'm sorry.
[The man maneuvers himself to the floor directly across from the door, falling from his knees the rest of the way down. He looks up at someone - presumably the other actor, who can't be seen from this angle, and his eyes slide over to the sliver of darkness.]
[The Drone whines. It did not want them to stop talking; why did they stop? Noise is good, noise is better than seeing and knowing, noise is only noise and it does not spread and it does not hurt.]
April 12 - Forever Howlong - Black Country, New Road
Forever Howlong by Black Country, New Road
Bandcamp / Youtube
I chose this album because the album art looks like something out of Cruelty Squad, sort of. It sounds nothing like Cruelty Squad, but it does sound good. Kinda folksy. First track has a harpsichord. Cool sound.
heartās been broken too many times, too many stories and not enough time to just sit down, how come it always feels like youāre avoiding me? or are we just too busy and distracted? legs been running and running, hugging onto your bottlesā youāre too wasted and iām too high, baby, itās just another way to pass the time. come back home to me, some words i canāt say to you. your mind stuck in limbo, iāve seen hell on earthā the silent movements of your feet shifting from side to side, the world doesnāt have enough time for us to pause just for another talk. can you spare me just 10 minutes of your time? it looks like weāre always in a hurry, baby, where the fuck are we always going? weāre on a blue planet thatās literally flying through space. itās not safe outside, the animals are all slowly dying because of humans, letās just stay inside and study the different shades of your blushingā a subtle reminder that even autumn can appear sexy when winter is approaching. i think i have a problem, sometimes i feel like crying, but nothing comes out. iām all dried up, the tears are invisible. the world spins slowly when youāre not around, but when youāre here it goes by so fucking quick. i donāt want to simply just exist, i want to exist like you. always running from thought to thoughtā how can you say that itās over that quickly? emotions dread the day that you took over my veins, my heart aches in words, your heart breaks in proseā how many ways can you draw my pain? you have so many different rhythms and i know them all. i know how you have a specific snore when youāre dreaming a happy oneā i know the night terrors and the sweating happen more frequently after youāve been drinking. i wish that we had more time, but the irony is that weāve always had it. i read somewhere that if itās important to you, youāll fucking make time. i read somewhere that if someone was meant to be in your life, nothing will ever stop them from being in your life. i read somewhere that the bees will go extinct soon, how will the flowers survive this tragedy? the gardens in my chest just burst into full bloomā your constant smiling and laughing appears right before a full moon. you call me when iām finally over you. you text me when iām finally done with you. you use one smile and my heartās all tense. you touch my hands and my skull is focusedā thereās a thousand feelings inside of a single word, i read somewhere that we all have that one person in mind when we hear the word āyou.ā my heart canāt take being replaced, but i could never give you up. stuck between an overflowing volcano and massive tidal wave, should i melt into your skin or drown into your liquor? the thought of you leaving only makes me sickerā but iāve left people too. for some reason i canāt seem to leave you behind. i read somewhere that from our 100 percent of effort, only 20 percent will give us extraordinary resultsā so the question now is, did i love you wrong? did i love you too much? sick of these songs, we used to teach each other right from wrong. iāve been smoking too much, iāve been popping too much. my head swells up with anxiety, my nightmares live deep inside of me. if you ever make it home, know that i wonāt be there. to my am sweetheart, to my pm loverā your poison is on my front porch and iāve been in the back figuring out why the sky looks lonely without the starsā like theyāre up there, itās just too bright so we canāt see them. youāre making me feel lonely, but i know that i should be fine and used to this. you donāt want me around, so i keep others around. i donāt want them around, so i stay at home. iāve been writing again, i guess these are just silent ramblings and if your eyes ever fall onto these words of mineā know that as real as it was between us, as painful as it was to see things fall apart. iām glad that we happened. it was beautiful and i donāt think i could ever imagine anything else as great as this. itās gonna be ok.
ā i read somewhere that i still loved u
Learning to Love Chapter 108 0145
It is 0145 that next morning when Willy's pager goes off. He is instantly awake, reaching for it.
"Terrorist attack. Chicago. Gunshots possible bombs." He closes his eyes and mutters a pretty bad word. "Sorry God," he says. Amy stumbles in.
"I had to pee. I heard you up."
"My pager went off."
"Oh. Where? If you can tell me."
"Yes. This time. Chicago. A terrorist attack with guns and possible bombs."
"Oh my God."
"I have to go. Please stay here on base until I return. It is the safest place."
"I will. Can I go to Grace's?" He quickly thinks. It would be televised. Probably already was.
"Yes. I will take you there before heading out." He slips shoes on. He will fully dress, outfit himself , when he gets with the others and they knew who they were going in as. "Amy sweetie, shoes. We got to go."
"Right sorry."
"No," he forces himself to slow down,'' I am. This is all secound nature to me. But completely new to you."
"Yes. And I am scared. Bombs!"
"I know. But this is what all the training is for."
"You will stay safe?"
"Yes, and I will keep Daniel and the others safe. That is my job." She still looks scared. " I love you Amy Faith Janson., soon to be Dawson. I will come back to you."
"Okay, let's go." She grabs her shoes and bag.
Grace opens the door as soon as they pull up. "Daniel has already left. Come in Amy."
"Willy?"
"I will be back." He kisses her, putting the promise into it. "I love you." He whispers against her lips.
"I love you. Stay safe."
"I will. Stay on base. Both of you."
Amy stumbles into the house and Grace pulls her down beside her, on the couch un front of the TV. It shows coverage of what is happening in Chicago. They here the sound of gunfire and screams. Blue and red lights pulse everywhere.
"I am so scared for him, for them." Amy admits.
"Me too. But this is their job."
"Willy said that they would be safe, he would be safe and keep them safe."
"He will. He did last time." Grace says before recalling she is not allowed and places her hands over her mouth.
"It is okay Grace. He told me about London."
"Oh okay. The rules are so strict. If he hadn't, I couldn't. "
"He took out the terrorist that was threatening the hostages."
"Yes, he also protected Daniel while he was setting up the surveillance equipment."
"He will stay safe?"
"He will."

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(Galarian) 0145 - Galarian Zapdos
LEGENDARY
The Strong Legs Pokemon
Fighting - Flying
5' 3" - Around the height of a Bison.
128.3 lbs - Around the weight of a Cheetah.
From the Galar region.
Genderless species.
Is the Galarian form of Zapdos (0145)
Info:
Legend 1: It is said that Galarian Zapdos gained its name from the crackling sound that comes from the Pokemon rubbing its feathers together.
Legend 2: It is said that Galarian Zapdos can deliver a powerful enough kick to pulverize a dump truck.
Legend 3: It is said that Galarian Zapdos runs through mountains at over 180 mph.