Resumo de The Far Gone Gate - Brett Lewandowski

The Far Gone Gate

Shoot, these days I am space bound. I hit the "trapped center..." Where would I put it all, where would it all fit? I have the secret... Cory knows too... but Blain was to idle to bathe in it's magnificence.... wires cross likes foes untied only to rush the tide, venture off to kill the hides.
The only problem though was it wouldn't complete me even if I could keep it... and I wonder why the seldom few veer off and with a burning eye never look back upon it again.
"She said she was jealous...Cory you know how she gets when she wants something!"
"I know," Cory firmly stated as we walked into his basement. "Cory this sure is the place for salvation... should I get your computer fixed?" I asked. "Nawh, it'll just hastle you, and besides I have an elaborate plan to send it back. Total coverage!" He stated in a curious way, in which, making me want to hold him to something like that, screaming, a credit card..? we paid cash lady...how about I take care of the postage and seal my part of the warranty up some narrow ally near upstate Godknowswhere so my little sister can have an outlet to do her schoolwork? Minnows in a shark pond, truely, that's how life is... you get your turn to be ol' kipper.
Cory, by the way; not short on brains, has had an interesting ordeal of life hereafter. Well at thirty-two he retired from the " king shit" life of a pornography STAR. A big old bright doughnut. Honestly what person in their "right" mind wouldn't love to be idolized. Modern day stars, ...sadly, get more recognization than our past "love generation" leaders, Lennon, Leary, and in a later display of iconic fashion, Hunter S. Thompson. Now days your better off hitting big on some idiotic disapproval of yourself and your own values. People love to see a failing crowd. The question always is though, are we winning? I am soon to be headed off to the great planet of apes, Las Vegas. To venture into that depair takes true grit, gumption, bottles of anti-biotic hand spray...well for luck that you come across some turnstile that has been "ambushed' by local XXX militants, whom, upon arrival with photographic evidence get paid to demoralize the entries into the American Dream.
I get lost in the used minimalization that it's o.k. to spend on average 32 dollars per hour for "service" "....why yes I would like some of that high-addeled Bosonavican wine....may I get some imported Finish lime chasers with that... why thank you...and I will be putting that on my card! Service, it's not only a basic want of our demanding nature it's also a subtle way to portray a self-bending up your own behind type of way to belittle the "little guy" which happens to be a common occurance in this country. "Think we'll make it to Reno?" Cory asked shyly. " I dunno Cory, pal, I'm on my last 7 dollars and need a great spread..%#@^%" I stated as I tried to confuse the "Gods of Chance," by closing my eyes and asking a complete stranger if she " by chance," could spare a few bucks.
The Far Gone Gate

It started off with an investment of hope. "Tears Cory, that's all she has.." Blain said as he peered into the violent purple of a structured falling out of clouds. Years weap near here; an altogether essance of dull recreations of once vivid lives. This used to be a vivrant area. I can only imagine that not so long ago, a century, this place was full of hard-oaked driven men concerned only on the welfare of their families. To many lapsing years have faded; in and out, dragging one another through a puzzling arcade. He left me... I can't seem to hault. That was when Blain was discussing rocket travel in the near distant future and Cory was out in the midst of the "great seemingly endless vortex," he had yet to find the inners of it yet. And now ten years gone I look back only to watch that violent storm settle into the cool Wisconsin night.
Shoot, these days I am space bound. I hit the "trapped center..." Where would I put it all, where would it ae the secret... Cory knows too... but Blain was to idle to bathe in it's magnificence.... wires cross likes foes untied only to rush the tide, venture off to kill the hides.
The only problem though was it wouldn't complete me even if I could keep it... and I wonder why the seldom few veer off and with a burning eye never look back upon it again.
"She said she was jealous...Cory you know how she gets when she wants something!"
"I know," Cory firmly stated as we walked into his basement. "Cory this sure is the place for salvation... should I get your computer fixed?" I asked. "Nawh, it'll just hastle you, and besides I have an elaborate plan to send it back. Total coverage!"

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