Gutters spilled into a network of melanic veins pulsing the city awake. The life that threatened to overwhelm the tranquility of darkness stood up to odds it didn't always win in this city. Truck starters whirred to a slow hum as the spark plugs menaced the motor-cage into vitality. Business people and their dependents spun their personal stories of humiliation, triumph and placidity in split seconds between their morning routine of checking internet forums for carefully selected news stories and amusive kittens.Urban life didn't so much as come alive, but to seep up like a hydrogen super-fluid defying gravity through the cement cracks and ooze over all who dared to live here.462Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuwg52fR8vK
In his room, Felix sat alone, stuck to his vinyl pleated stool as the second wall around him plunged into ineffable darkness.Somewhere, he thought, morning might be cresting above the nautical precipice, somewhere east of his cthonic cell, set to mold the world into the bressumer of circadian life once more. He didn't so much as see but feel the vial of spilled experimental substance Y-ampersand he puckishly attempted to apply to ninety-percent processed peanut butter. Only a few milometers of cheaply fused glass from an anonymous Vietnamese where-house cum pharmaceutical laboratory. What was his prognosis now? Coyote? Earthling? Outlander?462Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbuVZxpPXNY
Too many distinctions. He grasped a nearly empty ball point pen to write in fustian breaks and legible ink "dissassociative tendency - subject experiencing mild pain" He crossed out the last section. Maybe the result of his poor diet this week. Sections of kitchen set apart from themselves in tie-die awns tessellating until the sink and freezer melded together like a chinsey jigsaw puzzle . He tried to recall the last time he remember what they really looked like. Memory inaccessible. Non Compis Mentis.462Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN9VTnRY7SC
He knew that the ramrod approach to morning with this chemical wouldn't assist the recording. Dropping to the floor, he huddled into a fetal position, eyes wider than silver dollars, wriggling his tail, digits, and tongue to allow purchase of what was an hour ago a totally biological existence. Now though, it was clearly other - neither physical or material. Of course, this was nothing new , he reasoned. Nothing a professional Poison taster hasn't been used to. At least this was another chlorine gas. He refused to take any more. Not that his social life wasn't already in as many pieces as his small studio apartment was imposing on his psyche. 462Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡibcd8g58fh
The digits moved as if they were under predawn topsoil, comfortably cool. The tail refused to cooperate at first but lopped to one side like a dying slug. The tongue was beyond his ken at this stage the mouth having reverted to some kind Mesozoic proto-hole. His head meanwhile - oh, his head. The greatest of all mysteries he thought.462Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJqdw7vZo8G
Somewhere, a cacophony rose out the gloom to resemble his cell phone ring. Bright minor key Lydian chords to indicate the calling of one Stan Andollo, Felix's old high school friend turned big time drug pusher for a lucrative demimonde of experience hungry cognoscenti.462Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmqd4YkDv8r
The experience was already ruined. Wrestling to his feet, the short acting disassociative already worked most of it's spunk. How many hours? Felix checked the bio-metric monitor below his bicep. 4 hours. Not too bad. Better than the 45 hour knock out suffered under N7-amphetatrophaline . Sleeping was a common sideffect to disassociatves for Felix. If he awoke to find a pile of mail shoved beneath his door, he knew the experiment was completely lost. If the day was still active, however, he could craft a partial report to the overseers and re-attempt with a smaller dose - almost as bad a circumstance.462Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzy7OSSa4wn
Felix surmised that the phone was indeed ringing - a musical cascade like the waters of an underground grotto inaccessible to pilgrims after cave ins. Felix felt similarly isolated. 462Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnAUbWgRBBX
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Somewhere, his phone went to voicemail. 462Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA27uTD8RWQ
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