Of course Miles, being a gentlemen of the noon-age of 40 years and so a fully grown and enfranchised property owning male citizen in the Roman Empire according to the old reliable Law of the 12 Tables (he had been fluent in Latin as a youth), had not imbibed the exquisite pleasure of masturbation in nearly 14 years. This being due partly to his overuse of amphetamines since his discovery of that magnificent breakthrough chemical when he was 26 years old,
So what use is emotion? What use is anything? Oh, Oh, I’m not understanding anything anymore, even as perceptions stream in at all angles all hours all pores all doors to the soul in mortal anguish, while nobody is understanding anything. The only question is when to kill oneself.
Not only is there NO ESCAPE FROM PERCEIVING but the only way to deal with pain is to kill oneself.
As her vision rebooted with darkness, the expanse deceived its very presence. Then, varying depths of glitterlight she could only assume were stars. They grew in size, from pinpricks to nickels, until she realized they weren’t growing – they were speeding towards her.
She had no arms to flinch with once the first layer passed her by.
Skye Connelly was now disembodied in the absolute surrender of pure consciousness.
I’ve heard one is expected to go full woke these days
in the same way, one supposes, one might have been
expected to go fully nude in another era. At least, one can
go woke without getting sand in one’s crotch. I’ve made
a point of adopting that old custom from slave times
of leaving 3 black-eyed peas on my plate for good luck.