Week 10

5/28/12: The day for dead warriors. The toll on the death list is probably higher than what number our computers can manage. The chances of people respecting the dead is when we have a tombstone in a short distance from home. They'll pass by and look at the words decorated in odd font. Some will more likely say hello to tombs with names than to air. There are a few who think power seeps out from their graves ready to be repurposed again. The day for dead warriors is also the day for attention from the living.
5/29/12: We're sorry, the accurate date for this entry is not accurate. If you want to make a $100 bill, please call a business company from another state. If you want a memory recall, its unavailable.
5/30/12: The Spring seal weakens in the sky. Already heatwaves of Summer origin have managed to break through the line. More humans feel compelled to leave Bellingham to spread its good fortune for others. There is someone out there finally ready to go through the initiation of a guardian observing the rocky terrain, and then falling into an illusion and keep saying: "This awesome," and giggle.
5/31/12: This place feels shut off from the rest of the world. Makes you wish the only way to get here would be a secret passage. But then again what does that matter? If anyone stays here forever, they're going to end up as lame people without outside views of the city. Some places even try to act more secluded than Bellingham, but that is just the lingering curse everyone gets.
6/1/12: The man under the bridge found a tent last week. He sets it up underneath a cave of thorn walls, safe from the other sentient animals passing the bridge. There are plenty of black berries to go around, but he lays low to the ground when one with a dehydrated head passes. The eyes indicate the search of meat, not berries. Hands will expand into striking chokers, but they leave and the man leaves his home, pulling out a note pad with a few pages, writing with dying blue ink a folding tent.