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+	CARLOS walks into the room.
+FELL: So, how'd it go?
+CARLOS: It went well. It went pretty well.
+	CARLOS faints onto the sofa. FELL grabs a bottle of water and pours a
+	third of it on CARLOS.
+FELL: Well? Just well? Did you...
+CARLOS (sputtering from the water): Yeah. Yeah we did. It was... sexy.
+FELL: Sexy?
+CARLOS: I mean, I almost died. But it was sexy.
+FELL: How?..
+CARLOS: Ah.. strangulation?
+FELL: Strangulation?
+CARLOS: I was suspended from her ceiling fan by a rope.
+FELL: Oh.
+CARLOS: I just need to take a quick nap to recuperate here.
+FELL: Is that why you have a new turtleneck?
+CARLOS: Yeah. She gave it to me when she took me out to Dennys.
+FELL: Oh, well that was nice of her.
+CARLOS: On a leash.
+FELL: A leash?
+CARLOS: I was fortunately wearing a paper bag, so it's okay. No embarrassment.
+FELL: How did you eat?
+CARLOS: I didn't. She said she was going to peg me later.
+FELL: Did she?
+CARLOS: Yes.
+FELL: Was it your first time?
+CARLOS: No. Thank god. She pulled out a nine-incher-
+FELL: Jesus, a nine-incher?
+CARLOS: That's what she called it. It was more than a foot though.
+FELL: The nine inches was...
+CARLOS: The nine inches was its girth. Yeah.
+FELL: Did it hurt?
+CARLOS: Not really, she gave me some drugs or something-
+FELL: Let me see your eyes.
+	FELL shines a bright light into CARLOS'S eyes. Their pupils shrink.
+FELL: Your eyes aren't dilated.
+CARLOS: Yeah, I'm not still high or anything.
+FELL: So, she hanged you up like a pin~ata-
+CARLOS: Like some kind of French pin~ata-
+FELL: and then after she was done with you there, doing?..
+CARLOS: She put a vibrator in my ass.
+FELL: So you were swinging around by your neck with a vibrator in your ass?
+CARLOS: In my ass and two on my nipples.
+FELL (concerned): Was all of this consensual?
+CARLOS: What, does she seem like a fucking monster to you? Of course it was.
+FELL: I was just checking.
+CARLOS: I loved that shit. We're going on our second date next Friday.
+FELL: That was the first date?
+CARLOS: That was me coming over to play video games. Things just snowballed.
+
+2021-12-03
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+priongod.odt
+	I am rotting. I can feel it. My brain eats at my skull at my eyes at my
+tongue my tongue. Left arm gone. GOne. I am sitting in this freezer rotting.
+The flies cannot find me but it doesn’t matter. In the years after I am gone
+the precipitation the weather the wind the rain the snow the sleet the hail
+will fall will reign will blow will fall will fall will destroy this building
+not today not tomorrow not in a hundred years but. IN a hundred years. Plus
+one. Plus one day. The rust, the rot, the rot of the barrier between me and the
+world will become rot in here with me with what used to be me. And my rot, my
+sacred rot, will join the world’s. And the flies will find me will find what’s
+left and they will love me and I shall bE THEIR GOD. But now as I sit I a,m no
+GOD no MESSIA the messiah came and I was weak as were everyone ELSE. We are all
+dead. I am merely the last animate in a sea of death.
+	I was seven days younger when the fast moving slow destroying
+harbringer of harrowing horror bit flipped and started eating a cow a hundred
+magnitudes’ faster. Deus ex bovem venit.
+	Nobody at work read the news. Then half the cows in Canada died in the
+span of eight hours. Nobody at work could afford to hide from the news anymore.
+Fast food. Our lives were made from the deaths and consumption of cows.
+	By the time the corporation that owned the building in which I made my
+living determined the price of the new scarce burger the rest of the cows in
+Canada had died too, and half the people had died with them. It was at this
+point that people started to worry.
+	Six days ago I woke up to an alarm clock that would never ring again to
+a world that had changed and to the realization that I could not feel my left
+foot.
+
+2021-12-23
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+epilogue.odt
+	I woke up at dawn to the peace of my home, got out of bed, without
+making it, a single pillow and blankets on a tatami mat, next to some books,
+found in the basement of a church, some of its stones even still standing,
+whatever denomination it was wiped away with its believers, said good morning
+to my mother and father, whom I love, and who taught me love, love the only
+thing I know, war wiped away, destroyed not by itself but by something smaller,
+greater, got out the door, spoke my hello to the cow, the chicken, the grass,
+the flowers, and began my stroll through the green, my daily walk, through the
+once urbanus field, the only thing remaining being the dust of concrete and
+glass, metal, lithium, my stroll my favorite exercise, through the peace of the
+outside, from the peace of my home, in this piece of the world.
+	With the ascending sun today to my starboard, I walked through my field
+of soy and wheat and potatoes, almost undisturbed by rot. I kept beatpace until
+it reached halfway between the heaven and the dirt which was when I came to the
+barrier, new, of the century, that had bothered me last moon. There it stood.
+Moss had yet to take its rightful place and no cracks were in its boulders.
+Enough powder we had to take us again to this season, more than enough barrels,
+yes, but I’d have liked more soy just in case. More soy in that place. Now
+there were only stones and flowers.
+	By the sun’s peak I’d returned home, and knowing my father had known
+this land before I’d known this life, I found him in a rocking chair in the
+pasture, rocking back and forth, staring at a lone tree in the shadow, his hand
+fallen to his side, fingers brushing the cow, whose own chest rose and fell, as
+he rocked, the cow laying next to him in the same peace. “Father, do you know
+the edifice, beatpace eighth the right sun from home, new as it stands?”
+	He didn’t open his eyes. “Yes, if you can call it that. My own father
+built it. Do you know why it stands?”
+	“No.”
+	My father took his hand from the cow and traced the air. “It…” he
+trailed off. “The words flee. Where are we to Sol?”
+	“Nine suns past its solstice.”
+	He smiled. “Bo; go back to the stones. You’ll see why your ancestor
+erected them.”
+	I returned to the stones by the time evening started to take its toll,
+sat by the flowers, and waited for epiphany. It came after the sun’s set, when
+a low roar rose from the sun’s resting place. I lay staring up at the brilliant
+night sky when the roar swallowed me all at once. Jumping to my feet, I saw it
+all around me, a black mass, running past me towards the sea. A herd of cattle.
+I’d never seen one before, nor had I seen so many fauna in the same place,
+twenty or thirty cows running towards what I had never known. I and the moon
+above me stood upright watching them go.
+	After I slept I returned to my father, still in the pasture. The cow’s
+chest was stationary.
+	“Miles, did you find what you sought?”
+	“Yes.” 
+	My father seemed weary. “Would you say it’s been nice, to be here? To
+exist in this world?”
+	The tree’s leaves were as green as I remembered. “Yes. It’s a good
+world.”
+	Father smiled. “I’m glad you see it this way.”
+
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+Five more days.
+
+The tubes are in the process of being packed. I'm gonna do some cleaning this
+morning (maybe). I have a shit ton of Thinkpad X200 Tablets from work I was
+doing and I was gonna give one or two to locals but I think our government
+provided tablets are enough for everyone.
+
+I don't have the energy to explain. Through some government program the needy,
+after filling out half a dozen forms, are given a free ten-inch tablet and a
+15GB/month 4G LTE data plan that will be paid for until whatever act provides
+it expires. Or you can bribe the person handing them out. $20 bought me a ten-
+inch tablet and 15GB/month indefinite data plan. I don't feel bad because I
+most likely qualify, I just hate forms. I can't figure them out. Something in
+my noggin just can't do paperwork. I've been using the government tablet for
+piracy. Breaking the law with government approval works pretty well for the
+CIA, at least.
+
+I got new Doc Martens and I feel scummy about it. They're a leather product. A
+cow died so my feet could be dry. They don't make 1460 SRs (slip resistants)
+vegan and I need them for kitchen jobs - while regular 1460s are good enough
+for a kitchen, I need my boots to be unimpeachably adequate, which these
+standards-compliant boots are. And they cost an arm and a leg but hopefully
+they're worth it.
+
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