I am flux.
I am change.
I'm always melting in the rain.
I am heat.
I am spite.
I'm always shouting through the tide.
I am sound.
I am tone.
I'm always damming up the flow.
I am shift.
I am strife.
I'm always breaking up the ice.
I am me.
I am them.
I'm always haggling for your zen.
If it comes.
If it happens.
When it does.
It's gonna show.
Day is soon.
Night maybe closer.
The gas escapes.
Words won't suffice.
Not in time.
Not gonna matter.
Fools stay asleep.
Bye bye again.
—Your Wiser Conscience
Found this hand-written note inside a partially eaten chocolate bunny. (Its ears are missing). The paper is black. The ink is red.
A whisper in my left ear Friday morning said, "The cardinal wants you dead."
So, he is coming back?
I am...shaking in my holy garments. Really, "I am."
Frock you, o hallowed master.
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Secrets from a Church Basement: The Desperate Diary of Fresco Ayers
ParanormalGod won't save your life. But this book might. So says Fresco Ayers, a scientist struggling to save his daughter while protecting the rest of us from unfathomable perils that he helped introduce.
