what did he want with a pistol. he had never used one before. and now it seemed he needed one. everywhere he went he felt under threat, under some auspicious scrutiny that was never warranted until now. Now the geppos had the land, they were in charge now. and the geppos could not be trusted. they had no belief, no system. it wasn't random - no...because to be random would be too human. The geppos were like machines, they were indiscriminate.
all that people were ever good at were picking out and making patterns...solving problems with patterns. re-occurrences. that's what happened in life. things repeated. things repeated all the time. all the time the same thing was happening all over again...and again. it wasn't that people weren't learning. oh they were learning, they were merely forgetting it as fast as they were learning it. and then there were the great unlearners. the unhistorians. harping back to a golden age where it was so much easier to beat your slave when they hinted at a better life. but not now...now you had to go to the effort of telling your slave that they did have the good life...i guess it is more humane that way. but the geppos stopped all that. they took that veil of ignorance away from our eyes, and showed us exactly what we had done to the world. and we should have cried, but we didn't....we were too worried about our money and the geppos taking it away from us to be crying over something we never really believed existed. Something we could never imagined to be able to have. it was a pipe-dream to us...a mere chimera...but our chimera was the reality of the world. the way things were before humanity had time enough to destroy it all.
it is hard for one to understand. there we where. by happenstance we had accompanied each other to the strawberry hills. the small fact that we lived together was nothing. i knew the girl he was sleeping with and wanted to be with. i honestly did not think much of her. i mean i didn't like people and she hadn't given me the time to know her. so i hadn't bothered, i don't bother with people. she held the potential to be great. so when Jim had decided to shag her i thought not much of it. except that people will not understand each other and that the huµam race is fucked. i mean when two people meet and begin intercourse for pleasure with previous experience not counting toward a knowledge of their character then by what means has anyone to understand anyone else. or anything at that rate. i believe i fall in and out of love too quickly.
what is it about him.
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