Before I could get to the stairs Santa appeared in front of the fire place. He dropped his bag, it hit the floor with a soft thud, almost inaudible. A soft groan escaped his lips as he placed the palm of his hands on his lower back and stretched. He looked exhausted.
It’s really kind of funny, people come, look around and don’t go anywhere near the weights or cable machines. They don’t swim, or play basketball.
Long ago Halloween was a very solemn pagan occasion steeped in mystical beliefs. Eventually the Catholic church co-opted the pagan day and made it a very solemn ordained occasion steeped in mystical beliefs.
Time is not actually a constant. It is a variable, it takes longer for some time to go by, while other time just zooms past. Looking back that would explain a lot.
Resistance is a measure of the ability to oppose. But, people don’t really understand that anymore. Complacency is the zenith of mankind, and once it has been achieved it is a long slough to move backward. Which is almost funny, in a sad, helpless way. Rise up, throw off the yoke of oppression, and welcome…
Nobody chooses to be homeless, sleeping under awnings hoping the rain doesn’t soak everything you own, pressed against the side of a building trying to find a little warmth or relief from the sweltering heat and humidity.
Behind the bright, sparkling eyes, and the quick, engaging smile, though, there was a worrying concern. She understands more than most the chaos and cruelty inflicted by the whims and caprices of the government.
…And the end and aim of it all is to have the war over again, the next war that draws nearer and nearer, and it will be a good deal more horrible than the last. All that is perfectly clear and simple.