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Have you experienced rain recently? If so, surely you’ve noticed how time is altered should you decide to stand out in it? Not to worry if you haven’t, however, seeing as many of you are preoccupied with other mundane tasks like work or going to the local breakfast spot and screaming into the void that lives in the very last stall of every public bathroom. 

It’s never too late though; the next time you’re able to, take a moment to step out into the crying skies and live in the moment of being washed out into a better timeline to match your current lifestyle and progress made (as always, tracked by the designated government agent that was assigned to you after your first year of grade school). 

Be careful not to wear anything with spots or stripes, though, as you may experience the opposite timeline meant for you until correct attire is worn during another rainy day. Even though most of the government has control over the elements and general life and longevity of our existing universe, only the Orb can determine your timeline. 

Additionally, don’t worry if nothing feels like it changed; the rain is meant to disguise the unsettling feeling of entering a new timeline. If you remember to keep your eyes squinted and have your assigned comfort objects nearby, it will be a mostly painless experience with enormous impact on daily life as you currently know it.

Also, as a bit of a side conversation, I can’t help but gossip a bit about the new person in town! They don’t seem to talk much, and they seem to be fairly removed from people, but the dim glowing light that encases them is alluring and draws me in more and more every time I see them. I absolutely despise them for it. They have no right drawing me in like that when I clearly have things I need to get done. I still need to find an assistant and bury my selection of jars for this upcoming full moon! I can’t help but wonder if they can see my light? If they can...what do you think it would look like? Would it have a color, like how theirs was a dim navy blue, or would it be just a visual energy field like the wise and well learned people of society? I can’t help but wonder... Ugh, it sickens me to think of this any longer. 

Remember: Monday’s rain is said to have orange colored tears with a small amount of emerald colored hail; make sure to collect as much hail as you can to trade them in for immunity from jury duty and speed limits. 

La page blanche.

L’angoisse ?

Euh

Bah non

Elle te demande rien

Cette page blanche.

Elle t’offre

Son cou lisse et chaud

Ses doigts de sorcières

Elle t’offre

La rêverie

Et le plaisir

“Hey, Rick”, I awoke to a lite tapping at my back and a whispered voice calling my name. “Hey, Rick, you good?” asked the voice. I sat up suddenly and looked around. Attempting to scan the area and figure out where the hell I was. I was staring at a computer. On the screen was a dial pad with a series of 10 numbers to input. I looked to the left of me and saw a flimsy carpeted wall. A cubicle? Oh shit. I was at work. I turned behind me to get a look at the voice. It was Cruz. One of the PA’s at my job. He stared at me with a warm smile and asked once again, “Hey, man, you good?” I didn’t remember falling asleep.

“Yeah…uh…my bad” I responded as I reached for my water bottle. I took a small sip and as quickly as I could feel the lukewarm liquid pass down my throat I felt it rushing back up. Along with it I felt a golfball sized lump. Without warning I puked right in front of Cruz. I closed my eyes as the liquid shot from my mouth onto the floor. After a couple of seconds I heard a low writhing at my feet. I open my eyes and freeze in horror. Amongst the clear liquid that had come out of my mouth was a small black wet creature. It had a tube shape and was sleek black with no visible face. It laid there squirming as if it was struggling to breathe. I break my gaze from the creature and look up. Cruz is standing there staring at the creature with, what I would imagine, the same face I had seconds prior. Cruz breaks his gaze and looks up at me wide eyed and panicked. We don’t say a word to each other as seconds pass like ticking time bombs.

He suddenly lets out a silent gasp and a low whisper “oh…shit” he does not break eye contact with me as he says this. His eyes remain locked in mine as he takes a step back and shouts a panicked “HE’S AWAKE!” he regains movement and begins to run down the aisle shouting once again “HE’S AWAKE!” I’m shocked and confused as I look around the call center. A sea of customer service agents sit at their cubicles. Dialing, speaking, their eyes locked on to their screens. No one seems phased by the incident that just took place. As if they were in a trance. I shoot my gaze towards the entrance of the building which also serves as the main exit. I see Cruz along with two other employees. He frantically points in my direction. His mouth moving too quickly for me to read his lips. I have no time. I quickly dart out of my cubicle and down the aisle. I turn to my left. The bathroom. The only logical place to run to at the moment to gain a couple of minutes to gather and assess the situation. I sprint down the aisles. Far behind I hear a loud screeching. I am too panicked at this point to want to find out what the hell that was. I continue to run.

I push the bathroom door open and slam it behind me. Turning the lock with all my might. I look around the bathroom. 2 sinks, 2 urinals and 2 stalls. I don’t spot anyone else. I walk over to one of the sinks and stare into the mirror. I see bags under my eyes. My dirty blonde hair is slightly messy. Nothing out of the ordinary. I try to remember falling asleep. My memory is blank. I try to think back to the night before. Nothing. I try my hardest to remember driving to work, clocking in, checking for my assignment, anything at all. But it’s all a blank space. Why can’t I remember even coming into work? I pull out my phone. 12:01 pm. No notifications. Not even any signal.

I hear a lite knock at the door and my body quickly turns. My back against the sink as I stare at the door. “Hey, Rick, you ok?” I hear a low recognizable voice. It was Cruz once again. I don’t answer. He knocks again lightly and asks the same question in a calm whisper. I respond in a shaky tone “uh…yeah…I’m uh…just feeling a bit ill” I wait for a response. My wet hands shaking in fear. “That’s cool, man.” He responds. “But, hey you know our cell phone policy and the bathroom door seems to be locked. Could you do me a solid and unlock it please?” I don’t know how to respond. So I stand there in silence. He knocks lightly on the bathroom door again. I look around in hopes of finding another way out.

Just as I turn back to the door I hear a loud bang. The door rattles violently. My knees weaken and I fall to the floor and sit frozen. Another hard impact as the door rattles again this time followed by the screech I had heard earlier. I cover my ears with my hands. The shrill cry continues as the door violently shakes with each impact. Then suddenly silence. I take my hands off my ears and wait. Nothing. I sit there for a few minutes before attempting to stand. My knees a bit wobbly but I’m able to make my way to the door and press my ear against it. I don’t hear a sound. No loud banging, no screeching, no clicks and clacks of typing keyboards, no ‘hello’s’ from agents. Only pure silence. I can make I run for it. I take a deep breath before turning the lock on the door. I fling the door open and take a hard running step before tripping over my untied shoelaces. In all my panic I didn’t bother to even check my shoes. My chest hits the ground with a hard thud and the wind is knocked right out of me. Still, I quickly get back on my feet and realize I have no idea where I am.

I look around in disbelief as I attempt to catch my breath. There is no more customer service agents. No more aisles. No more cubicles. Just a large open space resembling what seemed to be a warehouse. White brick walls on all sides and a white tile floor with ominous dim lights. The room is completely empty and completely silent. I turn to where the entrance/exit was once located. To my shock it’s still there. I walk slowly in that direction. Looking around frantically waiting for someone to follow me. But there is no one. No agents. No shrieking PA’s. No one. As I get closer I quickly sprint towards the glass doors and push them open.

I’m standing outside now in front of the building. Staring at the empty parking lot. Only one vehicle is parked and it’s mine. I never thought I’d be so happy to see my old suburban. I reach into my pocket and fish out my keys. I climb into my vehicle and put the key into the ignition. Wasting no time. I turn the key once. Nothing. My suburban is old and takes a few turns so I don’t panic. I turn the key again. Close. I turn the key a final time and hear my engine slowly roar. I look up at the building and I’m hit with a bright flash. I shield my eyes.

I can’t see a thing. Then suddenly a voice. A low calm familiar voice. Cruz? “I don’t know what happened, man, he shouldn’t have even gotten that far” I hear him say. But all I see is the same white light. I realize I’m no longer sitting in my car. It feels as if I’m lying on a bed. I hear a raspy whisper “don’t let this happen again”

My mouth is suddenly pried open and I attempt to scream but nothing comes out. I can’t move. I can’t see. I gag as I feel a slimy object being slowly shoved down my throat. It goes down with a silent shriek. I continue to gag as it makes its way down my throat. I feel tears streaming down my face.

“Hey, Rick”, I awoke to a lite tapping at my back and a whispered voice calling my name. “Hey, Rick, you good?” asked the voice. I sat up suddenly and looked around. Attempting to scan the area and figure out where the hell I was. I was staring at a computer. On the screen was a dial pad with a series of 10 numbers to input. I looked to the left of me and saw a flimsy carpeted wall. A cubicle? Oh shit. I was at work. I turned behind me to get a look at the voice. It was Cruz. One of the PA’s at my job. He stared at me with a warm smile and asked once again, “Hey, man, you good?” I didn’t remember falling asleep.

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