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03-22-03
There is a peeling feline cry and a figure tumbles down the nearest stairwell landing on all fours as it skids in the dust on the floor. It scrabbles to get a grip and darts forwards looking over its shoulder. It leaps forwards and turns to look ahead just too late to avoid hitting the two vampires. It crashes through the couple and lands in a heap in the corner. As it stands it turns so that his face can be seen. He has fine fur over his entire body and cat-like ears and eyes. As his mouth moves his fangs show, long even compared to his feline teeth. He looks panicked. Sorry, sorry. A dog. There's a dog. It chased me. Bad naughty dog. It scared poor Felix. Sorry. I've changed this, for I no longer agree with what it said.
Our fate is not preordained. We make our own choices and our own mistakes.
Existance cannot be proven since it is, in itself, the proof of all other things. Existance, however, does not need proving. We should enjoy all we experience, proven or not.
Servant of Nobody. Master of my own life.
The devil with a broken mind. |