

The ConversationGlances pass from hand to hand, buying me madness in questions, imagination of all intentions.The Conversation
Quickness is hard to bear, my words reak of reluctance, imposter of fear, they flow forth, bastard children, betrayers of intent, moments later make me sick released far too quick.
Choking back emotions, released are but a few, sadness and elations, tranquility and anger, all race laps on my gray matter.
Centre of encounter, though end of my attempt; anticipation destroyed, hope withers and spoils, thought curdles and boils, &nb


visitorsI couldn’t help feeling the anticipation that flooded my cabin. Though I had explored so many star systems and planets, and so many similar to this one, this was perhaps the biggest find I had heard of in my lifetime. In the endless exploration and conquest of the universe, there was constant opportunity for discovery, and it often fell upon me to do the discovering.visitors
In fact, I am one of the foremost archaeologists and historians of my people, credited to many a find, and thus my experience has placed me in the numerous exploratory odd jobs that are found fit to one of my knowledge. In short, it is often my job to dig up th


IntrusionMillions of years ago a solar system sat undisturbed in a portion of the universe far beyond the scope of any imagination. Torn between scorching heat and bitter cold, lifeless gaseous and metallic planets roamed adversely around a hot star, halting only when engulfed with so much darkness as to make movement from the surface seem as nothing but a philosophy. Within this time, of which we remember and for which we are thankful, an amazingly dense object of relatively small size hurtled towards this system, yanking existing bodies from their native paths to worshipfully circle it’s hulking massiveness. Thus was created a planet of immeasurableIntrusion


RoutineI tidy the room before I leave for the day, my work here now finished, I have places to be, so I walk down the street in my own subtle way, sigh without reason, I start my way home.Routine
Passing the church I hear loiterers mutter, staring briefly, they look away, back to their talks, I peer in a moment; feel the minister shudder, walk away dissapointed, crawling back on my own.
Tired expression, stop, still staring forward, I descend the staired alleyway, dimness engulfs it steps crackle beneath me, but still I press onward, Until I arrive, of course, at my front doors
just using photoshop 7 thats all, working on some other types of things that might be ready in a few days...
jus wonderin oh by the way its me Aron
I got nothing to say mann....
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