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 Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 12:02 am
silence makes the loudest sound
Jack Hawthorn (@goodonesargon)
Are you in your room?
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 12:05 am
should i, could i
Something has switched on.
He sits, waits, watches, acts in increments, in passing thoughts, tidbits between work, testing, probing, staring, wondering, postulating, following the thread into the labyrinthine walkways, curious, curiouser
maybe
maybe
maybe
it's finally happened, god but wouldn't that be the break he's always wanted, a return to simpler times in the days of his childhood, where it was just him against the world in its oversimplified and ignorant joy, where faces were parsed into proximity and familiarity and title first name last name and whether or not they were enlightened enough to listen to him. There are demons, he used to say, there are demons and they know we're watching them watch us, and there are things, there are things still waiting at the edge of twilight for those who have been chosen like him. And a candidate might say but Dong Ming, but he wouldn't listen beyond that. And an initiate might say but Jack if there are demons then there must also be angels. And he would say maybe, but even if so who gave a s**t? He's seen a demon but he's yet to see an angel and he swears by it until he sees Lina's smile. Charlotte's smile. Maybe even Jason's, if he thought long enough and swallowed the self loathing. But there are no angels on earth except the fallen kind, and that's what he needs to remember most.
(If you see them then you run, he would tell them, run for your goddamn life. Demons at least have contracts and loopholes and are for lack of a better term the devil you know, but all the angels of heaven and earth know nothing but their own righteous path and will burn you if they think you'd stop them and call it divine intervention.)
The line isn't unravelling, that's the most interesting part. Usually it's frayed or split or simply cut before the path is revealed. That's how he knows something is different this time. When he reaches the end there's still a pervading, air thickening sense of nothingness: no toxic memory recollection, no current of conflicting emotions, no flashes of temper, no irrational impulses. He might have called it Nirvana if he felt the least bit enlightened, but the closest thing he can think to describe it is empty. There is a terrible imbalance—he understands that existing without control over what lies within isn't a healthy choice at all, that somehow or another he's turned from drowning waters with dams and sluices to flat drylands and crags—and yet the change is undeniably soothing at the same time. He has found his shelter in the wasteland his dreams so often distort.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 12:07 am
silence makes the loudest sound
Jack Hawthorn (@goodonesargon)
I'm not intending to make this a long discussion if that's what you're afraid of.
I'm perfectly fine with conducting it on here in fact if that's what you prefer, though I will still need to stop by to drop something off.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 12:57 am
uqsibe pomn
Dyslexia is not a disease, and thus medication will not cure a person with dyslexia, nor will it help with the dyslexia itself. Rather, dyslexia is the result of a different style of thinking and learning, and is best addressed through educational counseling or tutoring.
His phone lights up. Blinking, he reads Chel's response and types: About to turn in early for once. Night.
But he lies. He puts his phone away and stays up for another hour reading the material, because despite having the time for once, he just can't sleep. His mind anticipates the nightmares it can't control--the sand and steel that fillets his body, the submersion into unnaturally liquified organs and bones and blood that all but drowns him, the accusations, the dark suspicions, the eventual command to bow his head and submit to death--and latches onto a very different issue it's sure it can do something about.
Sometimes individuals find that certain medications can help with some symptoms of dyslexia. For example, medicines might help a person stay focused or handle headaches or nausea experienced with reading. However, this approach does nothing to help the underlying learning problems. Most prescription medicines have potentially dangerous side effects, and use of medication to treat symptoms could lead to long-term dependency.
u dont get help lmfao
my mom usd 2 make me do workbooks
fk that
u cant fix it jakc. im broken k?
Most children with dyslexia can learn to read, and many can remain in a regular classroom, but they will need help to do so. Usually, learning specialists use a variety of techniques to work with children with dyslexia on an ongoing basis. Under the Americans with Disabilities Act, children with dyslexia are allowed special accommodations in the classroom, such as additional time for tests and other types of support.
He imagines Chel in the classroom and snorts as he scrolls down the page.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 1:03 am
silence makes the loudest sound
(Listen up you ******** coward, I deserve answ--)
Stormy Ortega (@singingstorms)
Sorry. Was out on a post.
[message deleted]
(Liar.)
Jack Hawthorn (@goodonesargon)
Where the wifi is still functional.
Stormy Ortega (@singingstorms)
I'm sorry. What's your question?
Jack Hawthorn (@goodonesargon)
Questions, Lina. I have questions. You can't blame me, it's been a while.
In fact it's been a very long time since I've been able to get anything out of you and it's frankly insulting. We used to be close.
I thought we had put our differences aside in the Sahara. You were happy enough to help me there until the end.
Stormy Ortega (@singingstorms)
Sorry, not sure I follow...?
(Liar liar liar liar liar liar.)
Jack Hawthorn (@goodonesargon)
No pleasantries? That's fine. I'll cut to the chase.
I know you gave me up to save your a** so.
Tell me.
How much was I worth? How many lives? Or was it just yours?
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 1:15 am
silence makes the loudest sound
Jack Hawthorn (@goodonesargon)
You might as well tell me.
Take another day. Take a whole week. I'll still be waiting.
(But still nothing stirs within, and if it is possible to be hopeful without actually feeling it, then there it is: a shadow clinging to his back, quiet and weightless and gray.)
Jack Hawthorn (@goodonesargon)
Still on the same ******** island, still miles apart when just one floor separates us.
Take another two years, you ******** whore. You can't run from me this time.
(He still doesn't feel anything, even when exercising more vicious vocabulary. It feels mechanical now, automatic, expected because of who he is talking to and why. But for the first time in a very long while, reading her name doesn't bring a twinge of something more. Owain hesitantly calls it progress, but he fears what that actually means.)
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:19 pm
silence makes the loudest sound
Jack Hawthorn (@goodonesargon)
I know two others left that mission with you. I looked at the reports.
So you're telling me my life is worth three people's?
Look at you! Your broke a** father must be so proud you've still got the nose for a ******** bargain.
Stormy Ortega (@singingstorms)
How did you find out? Who told you?
Jack Hawthorn (@goodonesargon)
I'm the only one who's going to be asking questions, Lina.
What's interesting is that you didn't tell them in your report that you made a deal with that horseman b***h.
You've been here longer than me, you'd think you'd know better than to leave out little details like that.
I've actually got the report you wrote right here.
"Jack Hawthorn and Valerie Hastings splintered off into their own group but were lost to Famine bugs."
Naughty girl.
And again the day goes without further reply. He feels less satisfied than he had been hoping for and returns to the minipets he's been breeding for what feels like an age now, checking in with the trainees who'd signed on to his little project, barking for more coffee because it is his right.
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