the sky watcher

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The Sky Watcher

Rachel opened her eyes.

She felt dozens and of cold, stone points poking one of her rosy pink cheeks, and then she slowly did decide, that it was… painful? Yes it was. Itwas… She rolled slowly, so slowley like a black shoe and onto her back sherolled, and her aching head eyes were attacked by a vivid bright blue fromthe above.hhhThere was a burning circle with no corners in the brightblue. She lazily lifted her finger hand and she did attempted to touch it, but itwas too far for her hand grasp of. She stood up, and an unpleasent tasting,orangish something crawled out of her chin mouth, splattering on the black points that had been poking her. “That's what you get,” She murmered, thencovered her chin mouth in surprise. She had heard a sound of noise, coming

straight from her very direction. She felt her face, feeling soft, warm skin of face. She touched her head eye, realizing fear as her light vision wasmushroom blotted and a stinging pain laughed in her head eye. She reachedinto her chin mouth, feeling her worm tongue in amazment. She turned.Brown, flaking poles with smaller ones branching off of them were reachingtowards the sky like finger hands. Behind <INPUT ACTION=\ Death!ENCTYPE= 88!7 METHOD= push TYPE= SUBMIT VALUE= FreeTrombone > MACROBUTTON HTMLDirectthese, there were neat, greenribbons poking out of the ground, behind this, a large white structure, with

shining holes and black squares tiling it’s triangle head. She turned herself,and saw a boy person sprawled… on the green ribbons across the river street. Someone tapped her pointed shoulder. She turned AROUND.frrffrrffrr“Hello:::?::?:?:?:. I am… the sky harvester. Welcome to2 autumn lake!” Hesaid, making noise sounds like Ms. Rachel Richter had been making. “Whatis this…” Ms. Rachel Richter said, giggling at the noises she had just made.“These are trees!” He said, nail pointing at the poles. “Trees…” Ms. RachelRichter followed. “Theyre silly sometimes!” The sky harvester giggled. “They make

snippity snappy sounds at the dark night when they get angry, and you haveto watch your leg feet as you step past the thems!” He has talked, gigglingagain. Ms. Rachel Richter looked blurry confused. “Perhaps…this willhelp,” He said, curl smiling. Ms. Rachel Richter has twitter blinked, andwhen she opened her head eyes a strange man person in a green jumpsuitwith a rose pink whistle on an air blue string around his shoulder neck. Hisreminded Ms. Rachel Richter vaguely of a beak bird or a round eating



orange. He, gray hair did have, and shiny silver ear ring glasses. {[(And thesky will fall, and the people will scream “Where is our god,” and one day,one day I will say he is here, I, the sky harvester will say he has arrived torescue you from your chaos and rubble that has become your world. Comewith me and I will show you the road…)]}“Woa, where exist I…”“You do exist it the autumn lake!” He said. Ms. Rachel Richter looked athim quizicaly. “Silly Ms. Rachel Richter!” He bubble giggled purply,snazically and with tranglacklity, a certain lack of pizzastro was prackilypresent but one cannot tadacklify it, one cannot comprehend this amazingfrazellity.“How do you know thy name of me?” She quack’ asked over his bugiggling.He stopped, his face turning to it the bitter solemn of darkest nights andthoughts.

“Why Ms. Rachel Richter, this is autumn lake! I know all the names of mycitizens by the chest heart, so that I can personally see watch you as you livein my town…” He

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are needed to see this picture. looked up at the up sky. “That man whom hasthit you in his road car was not very nice.” He stated.“What?” Ms. Rachel Richter said.“Why, don't thou not remember? Ms. Franny Jacobs loud alarmed meimmediately of what had happened to your life body and I rushed on over here to see how I could aid to help, you and your friend were road lying hereunconcious! Don't you/thou noteth remember?”

“No…” Ms. Rachel Richter said, twitter blinking again, once. “My friend…Sir Ryan Levesque? Ryan!”***

***“that's sir Ryan Levesque to you ms Rachel Richter”-Verse -65 Blé, theyy sky scraper. Tulips and Piove.

She sight saw him sprawled on a strange lawn of the front. There was a plantcut bald of its stem leaves, with dusty, black plastic trash can lids stuck inthe spaces and heatèd by the sun rays drifting quickly and dashingly lightlythrough the very breathing air. There was a bare tree with a black metal

barbeque grill lid perched high up inside the finger branches. Two globes satlike proud prouds on either side of this messy, weed adorned lawn.“Why yes, he flew right onto my front lawn, what paga-luck! I could seeevery part of him…as he was delivered like a strange package onto my daisy



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“Ok…” Rachel let the words fall from her mouth. She was blur confused.Certainly. Ryan turned over.“Rise and shine, sleepy! Bié shuì jiào!” The sky harvester lip cried. Ryanwhiped his head eyes, standing up and throwing up. He looked around.“Whats going on…”<INPUT TYPE=\ RESET > MACROBUTTONHTMLDirect“Oh dear, hes just like you when you did wake up Ms. Rachel Richter mydearest… We’ll have to do a something.” Ms. Rachel Richter has watched asthe sky harvester tip toe stepped carfully over the graveled river road.

“Rachel, always look to both of those ways.” He picked up a cocoa rustingmetal pole that had been sleeping near to one of the globes. “Woa, wait aminute…what is this…?” The sky harvester clang whacked Ryan over thehead, giggling in his lime glow green jumpsuit. It did look like he wanted tosleep with that glow suit. {La douleur que je me sent ne peux pas etrecompare. Pourquoi est-ce que la monde ne peux pas… marcher?}“Ms. Rachel Richter,” Sir Ryan Levesque said. “What happened…?” Itmade sense, to her, now. >>>>>@ 3.-0“We were hit by a road car, I find that I can not be able to remember

anything…” She said.“Welcome to autumn lake! My name is the sky harvester.” And it all cameback down to Ms. Rachel Richter. Her clap turtle that had run run awaywhen she was two, fleeing from its plastic see cage. I The time she hadfallen down the hill into the clear river and almost carrièd been into thestorm drain like a wet leaf. Her mother, her blond hair, her square jaw. Andher father, his greying hair and thick voice. Sir Ryan Levesque was her brother, and the sky harvester was the glorious mayor of autumn lake. ப“Lets get you kids down home !!! before your mother starts to worry!” Thesky harvester had said when he thought this up into the world…PlIiU

“Wait, the sky harvester, I’ve never ever in my whole life seen your housebefore! Can I ask you a question shaving?” She said. Đằng trương.“Of coarse, any citizen of mine is free to ask any question shaving he or shewould like to ask, that is, to a certain extent… What is your question shavingtool of le choice?”“The sky harvester, what is all that funny fun stuff on your daisy tour lawn?



Like that thing up in the spider tree!” She pointed. > Ceci N’est Pas UPomme.“Ah, that is my sive. You’ll meet him someday, I promise…” He giggledand light blew his whistle four times. Rachel fruit smiled. The sky harvester <INPUT TYPE=\ RADIO > MACROBUTTON HTMLDirect<INPUTTYPE=\ RADIO VALUE= !! NAME= W CHECKED> MACROBUTTONHTMLDirectwas always fun funny like an art work. Always allways allways

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“Oh my, you do have a trouble bag, that is Sir Ryan Richter!”“What?? Where!” He ate, startled up like arrows.“It is clinging to your back, those nasty trouble bags. You know, they killedmy aunt lucy, they did, latched right onto her poor little back and ripped ahole in her spine! She fell, paralyzed to the carpeted floor like a crumplingplank of wood…yes…wood, and fell into a seizure, crimson blood spillingfrom her back like water from my !!! spoutity spout spout! And her lastwords were, “The sky harvester, never let those nasty nasty trouble bags do

anymore harm or mischef! And then she dièd. And I took that nasty troublebag and I threw it into the burning square, where it screeched a terrible howllike the demon himself! Now let me remove it before it does the same toyou! I’ll burn it to a crisp and have it begging to be sent to the firery depths

of hell in a snap!” He snapped his filthy fingers. NO SABES.22334

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………………………“Ok, the sky harvester!” Ryan said. The sky harvester portrued a pair of latex snap gloves*8 from his purple pocket, and carefully removed ryansbackpack from his back back smack rack.

“You have a wonderful frame, Ryan, I will have to write a paper graphitenote self remendint of to make a door of your frame some time!” Him andRyan giggled. IL FAIT PAS BEAU, IL FAIT PAS CHAUD“Thanks, the sky harvester!” Ryan said.“Anytime Ryan! And both of you, please, feel free to stop by my home atany time, we’ll have lots of fun pleasing eachother with all my games andtoys!”“Sure thing, the sky harvester!” Ryan and Rachel called in unicorn unison asthey self walked J)- happily down (J) the road, holding transisting (J) hands.

The sky harvester fruit smiled, mo(J)untain hiking so carefully up (J)hisdaisy tour lawn and into his kind and giving house, hold carrying Ryans

glow green backpack with the letter {J}ON IT, SPELLED IN BLACK, SPINDILY

CROCHEETTE TWIGS…

“Where you been have I do not know. But I do know this. The world horrible place being is

in the state of. Steps of place cannot be lost for there exists so many side anguish and

addictions you get inside and you cant get back outside to the vermillion leaves and the

glowing thin elegant sky of blue so know and understand this thing I say: She who comes in

the night knows not what she speaketh, he who walks down a road should never be on a line,

that which speaks the truth lies because his words are all just a mix of labials, frictatives,

plosives and vowels. And those are just waves of different lengths. Listen to me now when I

say this: the horrors of the night so edging cunningly onto us like a blanket onto a fire of

hopeless people going in hopeless directions is at its rise. We’re all just a mix of protons,

neutrons and electrons and a few English words wont change a thing about that no matter how much you may wish it did. So stop trying, stop being, stop seeing and stop pretending.

You’re all just reflected waves from the sun and the sun is just gasses angry at eachother and

the gasses are just lost electrons being stolen by protons and that's what made the planet

what it is. Stolen electrons.”



“Sorry good mother of ours, we will not be so late again!”

the sky watcher

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