Thirsty - Issue 1 - The Lighting Rod Migration
Tarot Card - 1 - The Magician |
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Bird, singing: “Love.”
Briton: “Change is the only constant.”
Bird: “Change is desirable, perchance.”
Briton: “There is no heaven.
“You lose your inhibitor chip and heaven’s hell.”
Bird: “Keep it how you want it.”
Briton: “Yeah, have a little spine.”
Bird: “Adapt yourself for flight.”
Briton: “Yeah, that’s pretty much it.”
RIGHT CONCENTRATION
I‘ve lost love.. I’ve lost a lot..
I was dead for a really long time along with them. They were so much a part of me before I even really knew who I was. And so when I lost them I had to really figure out what I was doing here, and what I meant to myself. I kept their memory alive for a very long time. And I still think of them. But things change. I can’t make a funeral out of my life.
I’m a man of action, and death stops you cold. All I can do is.. Wish. And think of them… somehow, or... other. As an immortalist I don’t have the ‘comfort’ that one day soon(backward italics-and add footnote) I will be joining them. I’m going to live here, with their memory, for one hundred years, in solitude. So, I did the best I could in surviving, and I’m still doing the best I can. I…
I don’t underestimate the power of my emotions, and my love of love. Sometimes it’s hard to stay a good person, but that’s the only hope we have.
(PARKING IN FRONT OF THEIR BUILDING)
We’re home.
(PAGE BREAK)
A part of me knows there is no truth but youth.
A stylistic syringe sink-hooked into a mainline... I need the blood flow... To lust after the elusive buzz always wanting to buzz zum more... That’s why I bury my face in books, lap the words and worlds like a teenage true lover... There’s so much to see, we’re blinded with sight.. God, I want...
(Show Briton looking at a Chicago skyline)
It’ll be good. It’ll be very good.
(BRITON STEPPING OUT OF THE CAR, STEPPING ONTO A COPY OF THE COMIC BOOK HE’S PRESENTLY APPEARING IN ON THE GROUND, SEEING IT, THEN TALKING ABOUT IT AND THE COMIC YOU’RE READING AT THE SAME TIME, KIND OF KNOWINGLY KNOWINGLY)
But this? Words on a page are just words on a page till your eyes say differently… but then again, it‘s all alive; still, all this is is ink and paper… run… go… its best use is as fuel… to live is the paramount thing…
(Lights cigarette)
Burn it.
He turns toward his new home and softly thinks to himself… “The things we love are only as good as the love we have for them.”
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