STRATEGIC-DOMINANCE<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“… whatever it takes, ’cause I love how it feels when I break the chains …”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Atlantis, via Lanmaoa Indigo-Bellator, via Kayapo Brazil<\/p>\n\n\n\n
20 Apr 2019. 2am UTC-3<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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There’s a lone vessel drifting in what seems to be the in-between of another endless ocean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The little boat’s circle ripples send into motion tiny waves towards an outside space, crashing tsunamis against an imperceivable 360-degree horizon. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inaudible. Rhythmic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassandro lights his one match to the bidi in his mouth, sending a glow explosion across the area.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The entire sky is lit up momentarily, as if a flare went off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He holds tight against the prow rail, his foot leans like a captain on starboard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It’s an ambush incoming kind of quiet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
His heart races against a new bewildering unknown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He takes a deep breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His smoky exhale whooshes like a hurricane breeze in all directions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His chest-beats calms and slowers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He squints and sees nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Closes his eyes, and permits himself to be drawn to a speck of land faintly visible far far ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This place is different. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Metaphysical. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Epistemological.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He vaguely recalls from somewhere,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that this is where he’s supposed to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He needs to be ready. The enemy never rests. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A fight can break at any moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eyes open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He sighs another breath of smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another ping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing. Listens for a hint, anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For what seems like a short forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A collection of female echos sing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Where are you now?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He swears he recognizes them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There’s a growing fog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From nowhere, a strange woman’s echo seductively asks,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Did you feel us?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassandro walks around the outside rail of his boat, peers throughout the water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing’s there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another playful echo, sounds like a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Wanna see us?… …alight?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassandro continues to stealthily pace counter-clockwise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seeing nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The echoes ask again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Where are you now?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassandro smothers his bidi out against the mast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cuts the sails and kicks the anchor down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The chain kept dropping but never stopped, it only slowed down to freeze frames.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He listens, patiently, as the ripples disappear and the water becomes serene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He holds the aft-rail of the ship with all eight of his fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Waits longer. Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He initiates communication.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He mutters out loud an old verse he practices with his avian family when he feels them watching but can’t see them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A flutter storm of red crows burst out of port side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The murder split into three groups and flew furiously in circles. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then reunited into a bigger group, and flew south.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without a caw between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassandro hears giggling coming from starboard side and investigates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Floating gently above the water line are the two amused eyes of a giant boy’s head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A school of pale yellow jellyfish light up around him, exposing an impossible anthropomorphic frame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He has two immense wings that he gracefully uses to keep himself in place in the water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two aggressive looking swords are strapped to the outside of his chain link shorts like pocket protectors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His arms float placidly around him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His skin is blue, and eyes glitter with mischief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Striking against Cassandro’s flint-faced awe, a female figure floats into view.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Made visible by the ghostly glow of purple jellyfish, the anthropomorphic woman is much larger than the boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She doesn’t have wings, carries a shield, and her dark celestial hair floats everywhere behind her atop the water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her hips are adorned by a chain link skirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her knees and feet beat gently in the water as she hovers in place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They both appear overwhelming in contrast to Cassandro’s insignificant boat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy’s voice echoes and rings outwards and low.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<<< …his fantasy is like nemeny’s… >>><\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman’s ethereal voice breathes inward and featherly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
>>> …Caution bebi, this one’s from a different story, another arch… <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She locks her gaze suspiciously at Cassandro<\/p>\n\n\n\n
>>> …Never mind why, how<\/em> are you here?… <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro struggles to remember, and the fog circle around them gets thicker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He meditates for clarity, but finds nothing more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He opts, instead, to analyze his surroundings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dreamy. Floaty. between an up and a down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He’s looking for answers, questions burn inside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He thinks, Atlantis, under the sea? <\/p>\n\n\n\n No- <\/p>\n\n\n\n The atlas, the space between the brain and the spine. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Where the conscious subconscious and the body seam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Is this the place, all his loved ones experienced as they died?<\/p>\n\n\n\n <<< Mami, how does he know without knowing? This one is very different >>><\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman agrees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> Look, his heart is dripping <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro catches that his thoughts are being hijacked by them, and tunes in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** Mic check one two, can you hear me? ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy snorts and giggles and splashes a little,<\/p>\n\n\n\n <<< I can hear you loud and clear sir! >>><\/p>\n\n\n\n The mother is not as amused. The purple jellyfish bulbs pulse and turn off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The blue skinned giant woman goes invisible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> You’re in our communication waves. We don’t know you <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n The vessel experiences a sharp boat-quake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro holds onto the starboard side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Unbothered. Unmoved. Unshakeable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** Just a humble traveler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Seeking help, for my side from yours. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The physical world is exhausted. <\/p>\n\n\n\n We need, a little more… …spectacle ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n The faded purple jellyfish light up again, and the woman reappears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Working a chink in the tether behind her neck like a clasp, she is now wearing the boat’s anchor and chain like a necklace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It hangs low between her chest, resting just under her solar plexus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A thin salt-line appears in the near distance, the water after this division is wet obsidian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boat, a slug with no anchor, inches towards it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The giant boy, concerned,<\/p>\n\n\n\n <<< Careful! If you pass, you’ll not return. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Out of so many billions and billions of end stories, only Nemeny has escaped >>><\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro, familiar with timers, but unfamiliar with the unfamiliar, doesn’t know what to say next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So he latches his curiosity onto the other party’s mention, in an angle to learn more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** What was Nemeny fishing for? ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy, excited to communicate about the only friend he’s ever made, smiles <<< She showed me. I can show you >>> <\/p>\n\n\n\n In a moment of look what I can do, he blows the northern fog away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An island appears, with people on it; towns, villages, and cities of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Living a peaceful day to day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro gasps at the picturesque images that he’s been only able to describe in fragments to the willing few that would listen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With even fewer that could understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dumbfounded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** Heaven on earth… <\/p>\n\n\n\n …the paradise we were robbed of ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the boat inches closer, Cassandro gains a wave of omnipotence over all the inhabitants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He is inside and around all of them at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What they see, hear, touch, smell, think, and over 30 other senses, he also experiences.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one owes anyone, and haters check their insecurities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As they build. And work together, he also is there amongst them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They communicate from one side of the globe to the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody’s scared nor alone. They are independent and prosocial.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In this communal spirit, he notes a difference in himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His whole lifetime, his curse was his power, he felt the world’s children’s pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In this world, suffering and evil was a scared whimper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the first time in his existence, he felt safe, and could let his guard down along with everyone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Trusting the neighbors’ involvement in a secure network.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As everyone pitched in and policed their environment from malice and sneaks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman lightens up to Cassandro.<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> We can’t help, we only swim in dreams, and observe stories <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy argues he’s ready to get out and be a doer, not a watcher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That it can be done. He can do it, he can fight and create his own story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The mother tells him it’s not worth the risk. That someone else will come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Who else will come? If we don’t, why should anyone else should?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n It’s always the same. So much, dreams lost its sense and meaning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So many nightmares are making him sick, he wants out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There, he said it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The mother soothes him and invites him to calm down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Between them, the argument becomes inaction, safety, and conservation of what they have against; initiative, hope and transcendence to what could be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One suffers for change, the other finds comfort with everything staying the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro whisper-thinks to himself, excited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This is it, an answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The power of the collective conscious under an agreed narrative, if they can link all minds through the interconnected dream channel…<\/p>\n\n\n\n They must have substantial influence in this communication wave…<\/p>\n\n\n\n They must be ancient…<\/p>\n\n\n\n The mother’s afraid… …and the son can’t fly on his own. <\/p>\n\n\n\n They lack will power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They stop bickering at each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one has ever seen them for who they are before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The mother holds the son’s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> Wait and see bebi… …look. The fantasy is breaking. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The narrative of his world is coming apart. This is why I don’t like you seeing these channels of perspectives… <\/p>\n\n\n\n …Your father also obsessed like this before he was… <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n Behind the island, something hidden was approaching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Large shadow titans with tall thin legs walk over the lands as if on stilts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silently observing, mapping, and identifying the critical things humans value.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They plot and compete on how best to impose, and then teach, the concept of ownership of land, people and other things…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Oooooh, look at these. Labor. Beauty. Creativity. What’s this? Technology?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Share share, show us your best. Think of us as guests, it’s okay to be humble and nice to strangers and abusers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No contracts? How do you know what’s yours from theirs?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Satisfied, they smile and agree with each other, and hide themselves within the populations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mingling. Waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A whisper slowly morphs into something deafeningly louder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n …let the bodies hit the floor…<\/p>\n\n\n\n …let the bodies hit the floor…<\/p>\n\n\n\n …let the bodies hit the…<\/p>\n\n\n\n …<\/p>\n\n\n\n ..<\/p>\n\n\n\n .<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two cymbals and lightning missiles rain down and blast the water dams, radios, and buildings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We tried to shelter our children from the fire blasts but simply perished with them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Survivors were mangled and tattered and jailed and slaughtered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The birds fell quiet as the warplanes break sound barriers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A child is separated from a parent because of an imaginary border. Prayers. Votes. Hope. Obedience. Become synonymous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Trees of cinnamon and con-fusion crystallize in minds from the wage slavery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blood, from the omnipresent violence, makes the grass grow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They stopped asking where and how they get their food, clothing, meat, entertainment, and soma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mammon roars and laughs as jet planes, warships, drones and artilleries of poison continue to rain on illegal aliens and other enemy combatants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They own the forecasts over the targets of their choosing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They cement numbers into the psyche, and squeal loudly as they make believe that bleeding money actually hurts them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro loses entire chunks of himself, and the curse he’s lived his whole life devours him again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He collapses onto his knees. Cries. Defeated. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Exhausted as the curtain fogs close back up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The shadows look at him and smile as they pull strings on people like puppets. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Domesticated. Employed. Educated. Helpless. Ignorant. Civil. Comfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Echelons of bullies affording themselves limitless grotesque pleasures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From the bodies of the people and children roughly slotted around and below them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence returns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boat is closer to the line that should not be crossed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro picks himself back up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wipes his tears away. Blows his nose into his Shemagh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy is terrified, and the mother soothes him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> We are safe here. Hidden. We are not a part of that world <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro chastises them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Virtual space, dream space, imagination space, creative space, spiritual space, etcetera space…<\/p>\n\n\n\n It’s all on the menu, only thing stopping them is patience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro puts another bidi in his mouth. Soothes himself from the fear he’s always known.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Realizing he’s not bound by physics, he lights the bidi with the phoenix like rage in his gut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And looks down at the whales, as something inferior, but with potential.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They can read him analyzing them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Judging. With his higher truths.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They have the capability of saving the world, but…<\/p>\n\n\n\n They are like children also.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <<< The woman can’t take his arrogance anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Why do you think we’re children? We’re thousands of years old! >>><\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro shakes his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** A grown up is so good at taking care and protecting themselves, that they can extend that to others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You can’t speak your way out of it. All pun intended, you’re both selfish ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n The water around the female whale starts to boil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro takes another drag and interrupts her mood swing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** I get it. You want him safe, so do I.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But you don’t generate safety by hiding, you do it by creating a safe environment. <\/p>\n\n\n\n If you allow bad things to happen to mothers out there, then nothing can stop something bad happening to you and him in here…. ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro calms down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And allows himself to feel attracted to the whale mother’s protective spirit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He softens his view of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tries to broach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** Hey ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n The whale woman notices him noticing her and notices him for a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** I get it. It’s scary when you’re alone…<\/p>\n\n\n\n …I can relate… …I have so many stories, I bet you’re dying to hear where I’ve been, what I’ve done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I’m confident I got some memorable moments to add to your collection… ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro flirtingly winks at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The whale woman bites her lip, stories from protectors are her absolute favorite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They break out of so many prisons. And they know how to build suspense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her cheeks and ears blush a little red.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From experience, she knows she has almost no time to talk to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She tries to be aggressive in getting his attention her way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> There’s a cool hot spring nearby we could…. I mean, I give you permission to join me and tell me about it…<\/p>\n\n\n\n …about yourself if you’d like of course… …only if you want to, but you are<\/em> invited…. …we can talk maybe <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro smiles warmly at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** Help me help you protect everyone, so we can both be better beings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What do you say we get to know each other a little better. Explore our strengths and… …weaknesses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We can write our own adventure together, and get this little homebody youth to dry his wings and fly… ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n The whale woman remains quiet to his offer as his boat keeps moving forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy chimes in, welcoming of the idea of another figure in his life to take him further, but respecting his life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> You’re at the line sir… …You should go now… <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman seduces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <<< Or… …you could swim here with me. The seaweed here is so much more greener.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Step onto my hand, we’ll be immortal together >>><\/p>\n\n\n\n She brings her massive hand in front of him as his boat keeps crossing over into blackwater.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro takes another draw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n blows smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Looks her in the eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Captivated. Tempted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n How nice it would be, to finally drop his guard, and rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He wants a new world. Realizes their power. He needs them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He appreciates her offer. Maybe some other time?<\/p>\n\n\n\n He shares with the whale boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** Hey buddy. Did you hear about the fish? ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> But sir, the line, you will– <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** It’s alright kiddo. We’ll solve my death problem when we get to that chapter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But first, I have to know. Did you hear? <\/p>\n\n\n\n An older fish was minding his own business in a super large, super wide fish tank. <\/p>\n\n\n\n And then, two younger fish were put in there with him. ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n <<< Fish tanks? Is that like, fish-jail? >>><\/p>\n\n\n\n *** That’s right! It is. Did you wanna hear about it? ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy nods. His yellow jellyfish blink. His swords shimmer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro animates his story with his hands and 8 fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** So, get this. The two young fishes come across him and say, hey man, whatsup?<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old fish goes, Hey guys! How’s the water!? <\/p>\n\n\n\n The two young fishes say all’s well that ends well, slap his fin, agree to come by someday with some baklava, and then they swim away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Eventually, one of the young fishies asks the other young fish, sincerely confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hey bro, what in the bubbles is water? ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n Both the mother and child laugh, amused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro’s boat has crossed the line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman smiles wider.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Almost hungrily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> There’s no escape… pepi… Won’t you stay here with us? We can light a campfire by some rocks <<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n She covers her bottom lip with her index, and giggles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro smiles politely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** If only I could Memi girl…<\/p>\n\n\n\n But alas, I fkn can’t. Those prayers don’t answer themselves, and it seems you’re still unwilling to help so…<\/p>\n\n\n\n …throw this old dog a bone here, any ideas how I could get back? ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n They both shake their heads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy tries his best<\/p>\n\n\n\n <<< Nemeny woke up because she had a special language to help her… <\/p>\n\n\n\n And other people wake up because they have to go to the bathroom, but…<\/p>\n\n\n\n …they never crossed the line before… >>><\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro looks around him. Gravity is getting heavier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No way he’s going to be able to decipher any of that right now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tosses his bidi onto the deck of his boat, and smothers it with his boot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Smirks at the whales.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** Guess maybe we’ll have to wake up the old fashioned way ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n >>> How!!!??? <<<<<\/p>\n\n\n\n *** Ah you know, just like in the real world. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Face the terror head on… <\/p>\n\n\n\n …And either wake up from this bad dream, or die trying ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro opened back up his sails.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boat tugs northbound in the muck-water, towards the fog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He puffs out his chest with dramatic flair and the fog splits open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The shadows are there, they’ve been waiting for him and they see the others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The whale lady gasps and hurriedly pics up her shield and swims backwards with her son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Afraid of being reached.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A barrage of missiles head towards Cassandros boat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One massive enforcer shadow picks him up and tears him in half before the missiles blow his vessel out of existence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From the pieces the enforces split him apart further and needle pick the meat off his bones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Savagely. Making an example out of him. It’s personal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassandro wakes up in a sweat. It’s still Gitmo. Still the 21st of November.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He’s still tied down to the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He’s uncomfortable in the urine drenching his shorts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That mushroom trip from April still has him fkd up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The watch says it’s almost midnight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He’s preparing himself for the possibility that he’ll likely be dead in three days, left like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not his preferred scenario of dying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looks around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Coughs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He recites an old line, what’s the worst that could happen?<\/p>\n\n\n\n “While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,<\/p>\n\n\n\n As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n 4 and a half days later. <\/p>\n\n\n\n On the brink of dying from thirst, starving, still tied to the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He sits soiled and miserable. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Gas hisses around him and knocks him out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He hears the voices of three females prepping to clean him and wash this cage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" STRATEGIC-DOMINANCE “… whatever it takes, ’cause I love how it feels when I break the chains …” Atlantis, via Lanmaoa Indigo-Bellator, via Kayapo Brazil 20 Apr 2019. 2am UTC-3 … .. . 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Workers build things they will never own.
Soldiers are immune in executing arbitrary rules
Advertisements determine what happiness is.
Public shame and punishment commonplace for questioning the narrative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n