Pearlman
Pearlman looked down at his notes.
No thing is real.
Everything that could have been thought up by our top people who think up things, has already been thought up, and thought up a much longer time ago than anybody thinks.
He reads on…
A powerful group of super wizard magicians who locked down entire forces of governance presiding over time periods. They've got the whole thing tuned now so that most of the information from one age will not make it's way through any number of the vast interconnected web of time cracks, or cracks in time; which often serve as gateways and entrance points for the engergies and informations of past eras/time periods to seep into. Of course it's all artificially created. They do this thing where (by way mostly of Hegelian seances and spellings) they implant the particles of disillusionment. Purge becomes the theme. The soufflé is ready to fall in on itself, and then what to do but make it again. at first it’s barely even a nudge to get it started. As soon as one domino crashes into the next you’ve already got exponentiallity to its spread. Just by mentioning the spell, the small waft of reference becomes a giant beacon of group think. BABEL they scream. On the third domino you’ve got guys standing on street corners with big carnival signs like it’s a 90’s action movie. People fully believe in the corporate burden as a path to communal empowerment.
And finally you realize the shadows tricks behind every mans eyes, so naturally because you're a man, a hu-man, (and not some hue of a man bastardized savage; this is just like the royal "we" type "man", the one at least I am) ...you want the "good" option the "god" option if we're talking "spelling". Every "man" yearns for the fruit, to know. Even if it comes at the cost of knowing too much.
So why would one even write around it? Is it such a burden on the artist that even this black sludge must come out of him? He must take what’s inside and call it forth, to face it equipped or unequipped. Hope he is though, his success is yours too.
How could Pearlman have written all this horse shit in just a few seconds. It felt like even less time that that, but in the bones which are usually more physically tuned to time, it felt like a few seconds.
I’ve been having strange dreams lately” Pearlman muttered without fully opening his lips. They stuck together and it formed a hole in the middle. When Pearlman breathed in it whistled a little bit and this kind of grossed Pearlman out a bit.
He snapped up from hunching over the thrift store 99 cent notebook, now full of scribble. “GOOD TIMELINE” with light shading, handwritten in cursive on the front of the book.
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