This story is a continuation FROM, which starts HERE…
May 18, 2019
They aren’t here to hurt you, but now that your undivided attention is near, think of this as the time one-million seconds forgets to laugh. Maybe the problems were taken too far. But knowing the deed of the others, this was Port Avanti’s fate.
With so many heads looking down, we thought they were all sad. Instead, we found their attention to be often pre-occupied. Not really a frown, however, their heads were looking down at a thing.
Forces were reminded to take fair action, because they wouldn’t know what to do if their attentions were free. The people were fragile in the void.
Can you believe no one cared to look up? I did—a bit too much. I looked up only to assume those stars have always been there. And do they shoot back like we do? Or, did? What they do is stay in the black, only reacting when we see the black.
Port Avantians, this is a new generation leading an armored regime. No one is here to make friends with you, we are here to show you something different. Understand different isn’t felt, or impacting until the cause is yelling in your faces.
In this case, the PAPD brought out the guns on you mathafucka’s…
Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part...
“The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd