not sure where this one's going either but i guess i'll see where it goes. there's a chance i'll try prose, which will probably not go well for me because I'm super out-of-practice and will lose my concept of continuity (or, more precisely, forget what i wrote a few paragraphs back and change Michael's brother's name to Thomas mid-scene. though i suppose that's why rough drafts aren't what actually gets to the printer.
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Tom's eyelids sat half-cocked, the shaded eyes below holding their fire (eye-bullets, of course!) for the nowness. He had too much on his mind to focus on anything but that cavern within his skull. The synapses in his brain were firing like with speed and force his optical revolvers dared not.
Did that really just happen? He asked himself.
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haha, that's fun times. ridiculous, but fun times.
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Tom's eyelids sat half-cocked, the shaded eyes below holding their fire (eye-bullets, of course!) for the nowness. He had too much on his mind to focus on anything but that cavern within his skull. The synapses in his brain were firing like with speed and force his optical revolvers dared not.
Did that really just happen? He asked himself.
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haha, that's fun times. ridiculous, but fun times.
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