Leon thought he looked fashionable in his tight slacks and shiny black glasses. His half unbuttoned shirt showed off a healthy tan as he wandered directly into the work party where he almost immediately began helping himself to more than a few jumbo shrimps and hot-dogs.
After eating his fill Leon looked around at his half-naked workmates, and despite his intense apathy felt hopelessly optimistic about that timeless moment that revealed them to be fairly relaxed.
By ignoring the boring entertainment and chaotic organization Leon mingled until he took the calculated risk of telling an unfunny joke that was clearly ambiguous.
Only one of the group responded but he told Leon that that day had become a chief event in his life because he’d encountered a mind that startled him.
Without being fazed our unsung hero focused on a friendly flat-breasted government worker who looked strangely familiar. She was wearing long shorts and a warm tank top with a full-sleeved t-shirt tied in a loose knot around her shoulders. Without realizing, Leon had the ill fortune of becoming gradually entranced by her grotesque beauty as she stood there sipping from a paper cup.
Leon was openly shy because he enjoyed the misfortune of having discovered that keeping secrets is wise, but to expect others to also keep them is ridiculous so once he’d had enough constructive criticism from countless numbers of well-meaning people he decided to just act naturally as he circumlocutionally approached her across the artificial grass.
”Hi, you all alone?” he asked her, surprised to hear her reply in american english that she was an assistant supervisor on a working vacation from army intelligence following an amicable divorce from a bankrupt millionaire. She took a big sip of he claytons and cola then told him she was absolutely unsure if it was a complete marital separation or not, but, he was conspicuously absent wasn't he, “So, short answer yes.”
“I told some white lies”, she admitted innocently, ”So maybe he’d made a deliberate mistake by giving me a good beating", she continued. "Although it provided me with the high moral ground I’ve since made a crash landing as a one person crew.” she continued, cocking an eye and squinting over the top edge of her dark sunglasses. “It’s probably a normal deviation but my only choice is constant change that costs me a small fortune and leaves me with the justifiably paranoid numbing sensation of going nowhere. Reflection may be noble, and imitation is easy, but experience is by far the bitterest.”
"Bad luck!” said Leon in a loud whisper. “This is pure speculation but you seem to be a perfect misfit“, he went on, leering at her with a mean smile. “You're neither the genuine imitation nor the real magic of a waking dream but my unbiased opinion is a safe bet so with your persistent ambivalence I'm sure that you’ll find the LONERS CLUB seriously fun because humility is the only way to prepare your mind for the fickleness of life. I’m Leon”.
“I’m Mary, but you may call me May.”
“Why is that? asked Leon. To which she hesitantly responded with a questionable answer that displayed her acute apathy toward the extremely average American culture.
“Then look through my eyes!” Leon insisted. “You won’t be alone in a crowd if that was your initial conclusion. LONERS CLUB specializes in everything from virtual reality to fresh prunes, whether in a mud bath or on a stationary bike. It’s where doing nothing is as much an essential luxury as a good cigar.
”Her answer was an unrepeatable pleonasm, but positive, because she never let her sense of morals prevent her from doing the right thing.
“Every so often it is a good idea to take a look at mountains, stars, or the twingles of a stream so for the first time you remember that you're of this world.“
He took her hand as they walked alone together a short distance round a sharp curve toward a dry lake and then past a tiny mountain to a well-preserved ruin overlooking the somewhat awesome and still moving Pacific Ocean that seemed to fill the entire hemisphere.
Upon arrival at the ruins she insisted on stopping to eat the picnic she'd brought, so knowing that women and cats will do as they please, he just went along with it. They sat down and began a modest feast of fresh frozen gourmet hamburgers with hot chili, green oranges, and diet ice-cream until they were interrupted by a sun shower accompanied by soft thunder that disturbed the simply superb sound of silence that had seemed oddly appropriate for this troubled paradise.
Though Leon had previously questioned everything, he’d at last come to total terms so he felt psychologically arrived, especially when they had finally arrived.
Once inside the larger half of the building, after donating the required amount, they entered a squat tower and passed guards through a triangular arch into a huge anti-chamber lined with plastic flowers and death masks and that is where May began to feel mighty weak and broke out into a cold sweat brought on by the minor crisis that occurred when she first saw the authentic replica of a semiprecious modern relic above the pool table.
Leon calmed her with his morbid humor and rational ravings about nothing much until May improved but still she continued to feel absolutely unsure of whether she was actually hallucinating or witnessing a genuine reenactment of a moving scene from Silent Scream.
From the bright shadows a youthful old man stepped forward and holding his hands over his heart stated that honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom because the joy of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials.
“Never again!” thought Leon aloud.
By ignoring the boring entertainment and chaotic organization Leon mingled until he took the calculated risk of telling an unfunny joke that was clearly ambiguous.
Only one of the group responded but he told Leon that that day had become a chief event in his life because he’d encountered a mind that startled him.
Without being fazed our unsung hero focused on a friendly flat-breasted government worker who looked strangely familiar. She was wearing long shorts and a warm tank top with a full-sleeved t-shirt tied in a loose knot around her shoulders. Without realizing, Leon had the ill fortune of becoming gradually entranced by her grotesque beauty as she stood there sipping from a paper cup.
Leon was openly shy because he enjoyed the misfortune of having discovered that keeping secrets is wise, but to expect others to also keep them is ridiculous so once he’d had enough constructive criticism from countless numbers of well-meaning people he decided to just act naturally as he circumlocutionally approached her across the artificial grass.
”Hi, you all alone?” he asked her, surprised to hear her reply in american english that she was an assistant supervisor on a working vacation from army intelligence following an amicable divorce from a bankrupt millionaire. She took a big sip of he claytons and cola then told him she was absolutely unsure if it was a complete marital separation or not, but, he was conspicuously absent wasn't he, “So, short answer yes.”
“I told some white lies”, she admitted innocently, ”So maybe he’d made a deliberate mistake by giving me a good beating", she continued. "Although it provided me with the high moral ground I’ve since made a crash landing as a one person crew.” she continued, cocking an eye and squinting over the top edge of her dark sunglasses. “It’s probably a normal deviation but my only choice is constant change that costs me a small fortune and leaves me with the justifiably paranoid numbing sensation of going nowhere. Reflection may be noble, and imitation is easy, but experience is by far the bitterest.”
"Bad luck!” said Leon in a loud whisper. “This is pure speculation but you seem to be a perfect misfit“, he went on, leering at her with a mean smile. “You're neither the genuine imitation nor the real magic of a waking dream but my unbiased opinion is a safe bet so with your persistent ambivalence I'm sure that you’ll find the LONERS CLUB seriously fun because humility is the only way to prepare your mind for the fickleness of life. I’m Leon”.
“I’m Mary, but you may call me May.”
“Why is that? asked Leon. To which she hesitantly responded with a questionable answer that displayed her acute apathy toward the extremely average American culture.
“Then look through my eyes!” Leon insisted. “You won’t be alone in a crowd if that was your initial conclusion. LONERS CLUB specializes in everything from virtual reality to fresh prunes, whether in a mud bath or on a stationary bike. It’s where doing nothing is as much an essential luxury as a good cigar.
”Her answer was an unrepeatable pleonasm, but positive, because she never let her sense of morals prevent her from doing the right thing.
“Every so often it is a good idea to take a look at mountains, stars, or the twingles of a stream so for the first time you remember that you're of this world.“
He took her hand as they walked alone together a short distance round a sharp curve toward a dry lake and then past a tiny mountain to a well-preserved ruin overlooking the somewhat awesome and still moving Pacific Ocean that seemed to fill the entire hemisphere.
Upon arrival at the ruins she insisted on stopping to eat the picnic she'd brought, so knowing that women and cats will do as they please, he just went along with it. They sat down and began a modest feast of fresh frozen gourmet hamburgers with hot chili, green oranges, and diet ice-cream until they were interrupted by a sun shower accompanied by soft thunder that disturbed the simply superb sound of silence that had seemed oddly appropriate for this troubled paradise.
Though Leon had previously questioned everything, he’d at last come to total terms so he felt psychologically arrived, especially when they had finally arrived.
Once inside the larger half of the building, after donating the required amount, they entered a squat tower and passed guards through a triangular arch into a huge anti-chamber lined with plastic flowers and death masks and that is where May began to feel mighty weak and broke out into a cold sweat brought on by the minor crisis that occurred when she first saw the authentic replica of a semiprecious modern relic above the pool table.
Leon calmed her with his morbid humor and rational ravings about nothing much until May improved but still she continued to feel absolutely unsure of whether she was actually hallucinating or witnessing a genuine reenactment of a moving scene from Silent Scream.
From the bright shadows a youthful old man stepped forward and holding his hands over his heart stated that honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom because the joy of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials.
“Never again!” thought Leon aloud.
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