WEEKEND FREE WRITE 7/20/2019

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(Photo taken by myself, Somewhere in the desert, Nevada)

Together, the lovers will build the new city of Barillia, and they will wage war... but we need someone well in verse. Or that gift of communicating with the people. Using words. I mean you have to get it just right. Like setting a fishing hook. You get one shot, one go; if not, you lose your chance. You see words are so very tricky. I think I have mentioned this before. How they are magic and very much like spells. They can create a thought, and action or emotion. They can give order whether directly or indirectly. Words are sounds and sounds are frequencies. Frequencies are the things that we universally work with other forms or subconscious things. The earth itself, that tree or rock. They all have frequencies. Its a universal language. Non-verbal subconscious communication. Is this how they sway the masses? Is this how they get people feeling so un-rested? Is this why were always agitated. I wonder. Did you know in the 50s the ISO changed the universal pitch, hertz in which everything with sound be broadcast to us? They changed it from a 432 middle C to a 440 A above C. What does it mean but the difference between 36 and 36.666666. Why do you care they ask? It's just a little thing, change; nothing to worry about. Then why go through all the trouble to change such a little thing?

"I remember. Will told her to shut up, too, right in front of everyone." Saying that Krista didn't know anything about science and that's all she wanted to do; was hold the lives of the future in pseudoscience. "Who cares!!!" "WHO CARES" Will was repeating himself over and over again. Acting like a psychopathic man child with a tantrum. Krista wanted everyone to understand that the way we choose to speak to people, matter. Words do matter. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will hurt people in ways they cannot understand. Krista talked to management and laid out her case and walked away hoping that management will choose to do the right thing. Maybe then people can start to wake up. Fight the good fight. We need numbers, we need passion. What is war with out numbers and numbers of passion. Red, red, red, with passion. After all, the country got this way because of the corrupt infiltration. We knew a bloody battle and huge loss of life was going to be a causality, expected.

An empty cup can only carry so much before it runs over. If we cannot get everyone on board we will lose this war and humanity as we know it, will cease to exist in the ways we imagine. Krista knew she had to do some thing so she grabbed an old boombox from the 80s. They were easy to work on. Once things went so futuristic, people where no longer able to fix and reuse things. It made humanity dependent, complacent and dumb. She wanted to change the hertz and put on the only piece of music to survive the "purge", the "burning". Tool, Lateralus. Krista played it through the boombox and funneled the sound towards the crowd,hoping that they would hear; they would wake up. Slowly the crowd of people swayed in the same movement, same direction. We are connected subconsciously though frequencies, Krista thought to herself. Smiling, knowing that the crowd was spiraling out.

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