No one sees you as you walk through the turnstile.

You decide to work your way through the exit to the library. You look back and realize that you are through already. Your feet are oriented northward. You know that this as you walk through what ammounts to a short-cut to your biology class in any event.

There is an odd tug at the right side of your right leg. You turn your head without really even registering the little degree of pain but knowing that it was peculiar.
To your surprise, you see a cart for library books with wheels on the bottom so it can be pushed.

To not even look at the cart hitting your leg -or maybe it was just you got your sweater caught in it -maintaining your turgid facade, turn to page the next in this series being oh, 78a

To at least use your eyes and take any temporary moment of thought or coincidence or change that seems real and true and good - to just go with that, go to another page. I should tell you, it isn't going to be a bunch of pages of an excursion in either event.

But the choice here is an important one because the past has a way of catching up to you. And while no matter what choice you choose to lead, you are going to make it to that science class (bio-chem as the class was more often called as science class). But based upon the way people know what you will have done, so you must know this always happens at the beginning.

thorn in the side of a man

The never forget bullshit never sat right with me. And now, America is still in denial. It takes a lot of work and introspection (granted, not America’s strong suit) but it is possible to recover. But it helps if you want to. If you recognize what behaviors are irrational or damaging. Look at which coping tools may have temporarily served some purpose but really cause more damage in other areas. Torturing suspected terrorists is a maladaptive coping mechanism that hurts America’s recovery.

You have to go to the root memories and normalize them. Work them into the real narrative flow of your life. So normalizing the events means taking away the sacred power of their pain. That pain is not holy pain. It is not untouchable pain. It is not good pain. At least it wasn’t for me and certainly isn’t for America. Yeah sure, you can have a reasonable reaction to unreasonable events. But you then have to understand that those reactions don’t work in most other situations.

Dismantle every change. Move on.

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words. I am going to invite a small random bunch out of the corpus, "people I think are way cool and think might do this.

This is a choose your own adventure.

No, this is a create your own adventure.

50-150 words - if you go over 150, just pick a number after what you would then go back and number your first page. or give yourself two choices, you can then right to another choice page, an end page, a rejoin the story page, a you're dead and this adventure is seriously over page (I might want to look at that but if you want that cool.

and there are beginnings under the tag beginnings and choice pages with tag choice.

So, I'm using a version of the wave method of writing for NaNoWriMo here. The specific version is molded by my hazy memory of something that was not properly explained to me and I didn't really get at the time beyond incorporating some of the talk or what it seemed like she did with it.

And it is a metaphorical wave method. There are these bits - some even of other things - but part of what the soul memory and community feelings that are represented by the various stories of other times and places you in various guises - and so these make up part of the museum of adventures - It is an attempt at creating in non-Gonzo format a more-Gonzo than I've ever seen printed account from the account of you. A you written by an author (a community can be an author) me and three people thinking of helping.

So. you can

but it is a choose your own adventure so there is adventure and it is you doing the adventuring. Second person, present tense.

oh and we need character pages. You can email me or call me or come see me or I'll stop by. It may take till the end of the month for me to organize this shit and explain what I want you to do:
write 50 to 150 words of an adventure starting with the main on which is that you woke up one morning and everyone was gone - just gone - you didn't even notice right away.

And then it turned out that it was only most people who had disappeared without warning, notice, or explanation. And you are about 16 when this starts and you walk to your high school and you end up after many realizations and choices (or few) you end up going to your 3rd period science class. You are Tracey Fletcher and for no good reason that is ever explained -likewise there is no explanation given for what happened to everyone. For me that isn't meant to really be a focus. Like Lost kept pretending that it was all going to end up making sense. fuck shit. never mind.

"Now, Nick, you don't swear like that when you talk ... why do you swear so much in your writing" "I don't know and I swear less when I am around you than when I am in other situations."


So you just

get bits of plot down. Even sentences even phrases. Those are legit posts here.

Or you can do choices as comments as regular comments

ok so

This is part of what I do.

I've saved this.

The Fronting, this too has passed

The Fronting

this, too has passed.]
Hello Future
how have I been?
2008, September 15

[sorry]
More this is for XXXXXX.
(but not *for* her because that would affect the writing)
Because I am growing up
and I am acting like no bgauiy

and after all
it was after you read a poem
that I had written when you knew you loved me.
And so it is rude to not continue more onward

except for the realities on the ground
focus in on what you *can* do

[XXX XXXXX got married
and I saw a picture of a jolly XXXX and also of XXXX
still shy and apparently still with XXXX!

Hazel. or Heather, which?
was the name of the book that would have had to have been a 500 page book.
not Eleanor no.
Falla
Dance of Terror
Dance of the Game of love
Ritual fire dance

I would usually imagine Harry Potter 8 as a chapbook or as an NC-17 or R movie - 90 minutes.
[I still do but less]

on site pick-up.
[punctuation conference]

oh so it looks like the reaction is coming from somewhere else
... well done ...
[best lowered expectations

there is not anything,
there is phyistastef

It Ended When They Got To Talking
She watched the women sway their hips,
Then, she felt the weight of him.
[swim]
She wanted now to feel him watching,
It was through his eyes she thought of walking.
[lips]

and the whole card notion is pretty much dead at this point yes?

Version 4.0 upgrade firmware first rate way it is meant to be played.
[bioshock]
"it can't all be wedding cake"

ampersand vanilla wafer
creature comforts stand and deliver.
[God damnit it is real.]

with some convenient villainy
plied as wares at a market
by mischivieous old dutch ladies.

(as an old woman looked on, complicit.)
[ pattern recognition software runs down as a failure on the second and third points.

in comportment there is a sense of disturbance in terms of accepted standards.
[Afterwards excuses became untenable]
[Sing for the cameras and enjoy yourself.

it sounds like there are more dudes.
walking down takes away
finding space to calm down in amid during the current political establishment.

The fronting becomes automatic.
Blink your eyes twice, twice
open into a new view of everything now.
Pressure applied via and vice cranks
pressing excess in through the creating mind.

They Gdwe Night
31 hrs ---C the 24th hour had 8 dumb luck happiness and 1 1/2 hrs ago the balance falls

the lack of sleep is muffin the head
pulled forward knit skull cap.
taxachussetts Glen , lend them the pink shade shl rilh thorazine nocaurned

mindbender Steve
taking the long route to nothing
and it is a testament to something that this is probably not the worst I've ever felt
but it is high up there.

I have never on purpose hit my head onto something so hard before or with so much of an effect on me.
I was got a concussion going up for a rebound in 6th grade like Middle School basketball.

Fuck you - something isn't there four months ago? ... well obviously *I* lost it and you decided this a while ago so don't even discuss it. Bullshit.
[Erica Sullivan, Maggie Gylenhal, Maria Sharapova, Angelina Jolie, Selma Hayek]

What is this - gibberish? I don't see how that could be useful to any human being -- including its producer (assuming it is human)
[ The Dull Flame of Desire.

[medical information]
Easement retirement lien foreclosure impeding line appreciated amortization concluded Connecticut water fountain,

distancing the borders of thought
piercing the network of consideration
tension writ large
landscape devastated by emotional control
and the lack of it.
"in the fountain of the mayor's residence."
forget to wipe your forehead - this heat bastes it good and constant.

[shit am home but its better then ice.]
"everyone that ever was is in us."
bodily persistent and self assured considering the accidental random nature of its existence.

[address and directions]

[address]
these blocks in cast log -- dislluug to yer yar y
and so, how would Richard Harris? Dumbledore1 play in Harry Potter 5 given the same lines and all compared to Michael Gambon.

tension writ large on a landscape devastated by emotional control and the lack of it.
[XXXXXXX + XXXXXXXX]

I miss infinity. round, and I miss music with squares. flat ending round eternal.

[medical information]

offer and consideration is all that is left
when people are playing games, they'll play their role
as if to do so was desirable and morally right.

[address]
Debussy The Sea
1 from dawn to noon the sea
2 Play of the waves
3 Dialogue of the wind and the Sea


Ambergris
This body, trapped of every drop of breath,
In vast eruption of its swollen pride,
Proclaims itself the very whale of death;
Yet, I believe, the hand that plumbs its side
Will gather dissolutions sweet increase.
Exquisite fern of death - in nature ambergris.

Meanwhile, thinking of love, I have been dressed
For such destruction, though it surely break,
Come pluck the deep wild kernel of my breeze,
That wafer of devotion and partake
Of its complicated sweetness, till it bring
The soul to rise upon the fleshly wing.

If gent heart be scorned, in scorn of it
I shall immerse it in such bitterness,
Breathe every pulse in such an acid wit,
That from Mawmot, cold and featureless
Event of age, my enemies will flee,
Whereas my friends will stay and pillage me.