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An elder fish once spoke of watery truths to many a young egg that on the eve did hatch:
“A worm whose jiggle does not entice,
That squirms but does not dance,
Whose spirit beckons not,
Steer clear! Clear at any cost,
For plenty a fishes’ life ma—”
A net entrapped all living things in the area and swept them up.
— Bastian Espada
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“No one understands me like you do!” The girl wrapped her arms around the thick furry torso, where she then buried her head.
The stuffed gorilla remained motionless.
— Bastian Espada
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“I must confess mine is a marriage of convenience,” the man said.
His dining partner raised her left eyebrow. “Is that so?” she said, then took a sip of her mimosa.
“Indeed, I massage her feet in exchange for belly rubs.”
— Bastian Espada
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The woman surveyed the tables and grimaced. “Sure wish this establishment had some standards. Perhaps you should consider allowing entry only to those with a minimum amount of class?”
“Madam, you wouldn’t recognize class if it were to become enfleshed, produce its member, and with it strike your countenance.”
— Bastian Espada
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“There are some truths that hurt, there are truths that set people free. There are truths that do both, and truths that do all sorts of other things. And then there exist some truths that are just sort of…there.”
“Bruh, true.”
— Bastian Espada
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“Do you remember when we were real?”
“Not really.”
“You know, me neither. I don’t think I remember anything at all.”
“No one does. No one…does…”
— Bastian Espada
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“Well that’s all we can muster. That’s the one commonality between all the members of our species — we can ever just hold a single thought at a time,” the man reached underneath his glasses and plucked an eye booger, then proceeded to stare at it . “A single bloody thought, that’s all we are, at any given time, that’s all we are.”
“Are we really now? You realize the implications of this—erm— ontological paradigm, yes? For instance, if two people were to hold identical thoughts in parallel…”
“Indeed. I reckon, that for a brief moment, they’d be essentially the same person.”
— Bastian Espada
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'Tis one of those days when time seems more interested in mocking rather than passing. When the seconds punch up, the hours down, and the minutes just kinda sit there and take it.
And five o’clock might as well be a million eternities away…
— Bastian Espada
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There exists a broken clock in a broken house, it doesn’t tick and it doesn’t tock. It’s pendulum attempts to swing above a ragged floor — uneven and marred by patches of mold and hoary footprints.
The wind blows through the jagged edges of long-shattered windows, then caresses the barely-hinged remnant of a door — causing it to slam against its former self.
The cuckoo bird bursts forward, it screams.
— Bastian Espada
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The meat machine is
And ponders the same as all
The sun shines and burns
— Bastian Espada
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