Friday, September 12, 2014

Found Words



This is exploration #49 on page 127.

An overheard one-side of a conversation:

No you can't. You're dyslexic. Yes. Words cannot describe the pure loathing I carry for you and the rest of your kind, human. Mature? Your species never grows out of that mentality huh? How shameful. I wish I could. Meow? Phosphate. MacBook. Dithering withering willow. It's a word we use on my planet. An animal actually. Once again, human behavior never ceases to confuse and frustrate me. You wish you weren't but you are. Really? It would be easy. Of course, my people have mastered your “magic.” Although your fictional version of it is rather lame. You might as well think electricity is some kind of “invisible magic” for how much you truly know. You wish I would reveal our secrets don't you? Judgment!


I did not know who the people having this conversation, but they were sitting at the tables in the Spectrum Lounge in the TC. It was, to say the least, interesting and entertaining, yet maybe a little concerning.

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