Flash Fiction 54. That Girl was Hot & It Was A Gay Test.

I'm obviously extinct after that prompt. But I'm at home thinking about actually getting married, to someone. Who am I, a slow writer testing the old medical equipment to see if it still functions. Obviously I know nothing. Considerations are obvious. Looks so matter, and so much more. Sometimes I wonder if we are in the 21st Century yet or if the old instincts have chased away nature. Where to go in life with a missed opportunity. It may happen only once in your life. The world seems to have drifted more conservative. But It is amazing how fast things can happen, and how quickly they can slow down. Missing a person. I suppose we all are. An art studio is tranquility. The TV works, led, you might need reflective glasses, sometimes I like the dark screen. What's for breakfast. Who will pay attention and send the gossip to the moon. I'm at home thinking about a screenplay: Jesus Mi6 Aurora Maya. And freedom of speech is the first amendment for a reason. 

The resources in MN are always threatened, and sometimes I wonder if I'll write all day or if I'm getting married for the first and only time. This is an early morning conversation I'm having with anywhere. Some things are universal to humans. The urge to not get exhausted from over work. Where to live, play, enjoy life. Is the world still open? Can you be a Movie Star still, or are we headed in the direction of being an animation stuck in the machine. Theater, and live music are my prescription. Religion is personal. 

Fan fiction for me is everyday even though I strive for something iconic. Even in some kind of tribe there is always a leader and the next one. Your spouse will know everything. These days I wonder if the Internet selects or if it's the girl next door. I've tried to write books everywhere I go, one line at a time, to practice knowledge.  Aesthetics and adaptable footsteps. You can only carry so much with you as you travel, unless your goal in life is to erode for a million years. It's the future that counts.

Marriage is forever and so is mythology.

—Michael