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The fire which rained down on Mars
11/23/2007
Joel Akin
You will find I borrowed a picture of above from slappy dot net so if they wish it removed let me know. It was the coolest image I found for fireball.
It begins on a world without rain. For Mars was a dry planet. It carried a sin in its well and that was the sea of tranquility. The sea of tranquility was a barter system of worlds. In those days when men went to the sea they didn’t go to Mars but to the well where they could cast in their sin. All sin went to the well and all sin was the base of tranquility.
In those days men lost their way by going to earth. Earth was part of the legend of salt and terror and people who went there feared. For if they lost their way it was said only death knew the way out. And you had to wait until you could pay his fare. And that was always a price rumored to cost you more then your soul but also your li. And people who lost their li were said to be without a will of their own.
Now the purpose of the well was to find men who had no name because having a name meant someone would come looking for you. And if you fell into the well it wasn’t sin so much as a mark for the mark was the price of retrieving what you lost.
Now most who think of the mark think of the cost but the mark was a way for the soul to be carried down in a flash and then out again with a seal. The seal was a way of flashing the mage and the mage was the source of all truth. Only sometimes the mage failed and that is when your eye was double crossed.
People who double crossed you sent you to the well with an excuse. In the well they sent back a soul to take possession of you while you found a way to repay the well fare. And if you couldn’t you found that in the sea there was no one who could hear you scream.
Now we refer to the mark for the mark was the way of souls. People who carried the mark could find their own soul but those who held your soul often carried the own of the air or the owner of the ware. And those who held the mark highest found they came to a sea and if the sea were to carry you over the wire you were on your way down to the biggest case of whisk in all the known universe. For the whisk was the first way to the sea of tranquility of time and in that was the first way out. For people who wanted a way out fought for it but no one wanted the fare of way fare or the fare of time.
It is said on Mars that founders day was perhaps the most intrinsic of all though reliefs. Founders day was the day when men wed the heart and those who wed hearts found they wedded bliss. In the way of a heart there was the way of a song and the way of songs was to merit the sea. Now some said the way to bliss was to find the fire in the loins. That is true for those who had established a way. But for those who were new to wed they often fell short of the nature of the rhyme. And that was he who fits best carries the tux to the sea or the do. The sea being the nature of the p and the nature of the c. Both having to do with the sole of the foot. For he who carried the bliss found them the heart of la. For the wife would carry the man in her heart but never across the thresh fold. For if you carried a man to the thresh fold you reaped before the day of harvest. And that is when the flax lay down sweet and low but not sweet and frequent.
Now the biggest low on Founders Day is that people felt for a living. Feeling was part of the Founders way and people who had it nary tarried nor carried. And it was the Founders price. For founders were the ware of the tear and that meant they wore out the sea and the frequent but never took the frequent course without the law of men and women. Women then knew of law and found it frequently wise but not the wen of all things. In that it wasn’t that they didn’t marry the law man it was that they carried the la plan. And the la plan was a way of frequenting the heart say or the heart see. That being the way of the heart tin.
Founders Day was when men carried the sea to the part of the land which lay under the curse. All curses had a price and one of them on Mars was the way of the low. The way of the low was the price of the sea and so they built anals and some might say that is a word not to be used in mixed company. But anals were made to withstand all but the harshest strike of time. They were married to the sea and the sea, as salty as it was, didn’t have the soul heart la mix like terror did. For terror was the waryfarine of the rat and that was the torch of the kitty as well. For people who wore the tag said “We fight till the day is or” and the ore was the sign of the cross and the road.
You might find some of my writing a harsh difficult to strand but it was the way of Martians. Most of them carried the tag to the swift and carried the heart to the law. For when the law carried the heart the two mixed in sweet embrace. But when the law rode alone people said they mined for terror but not of air. For air on Mars was always sweet until sin rode into town.
Now Sin wasn’t just of the heart of men but of the body of women. Women wanted the body back but those who took it from them did so by breaking them in the cuss. And the cuss was the word which could not be puzzled out. For when they cussed they gussed and the gust was of friend or foe. So those who carried the wind marred it to the grave where it rose up with sin stink. And no one wanted that.
Yet it was on Founders day when wen hit hard. And it was the wen of the soul of la only no one knew why she tagged men on Mars with such whomp that the planet lost its shift and its focus. For the focus was the sign they were in tine for life. For even though some Elves were still married to the land as farm boys they didn’t have all the resources to carry the wen to the sea. And water was precious enough that flagrant misuse caused men to court the day the rued the flax.
Now on Founders day Hope rode into town. Only she carried the source of the true grave and that was the heart of a mixery called sin and the soul of death. It was on Founders day when wedded bliss rode out of town and n’er rode in again.
It was on Founders day when the sky rained fire. And it was on Founders Day when people said the life on Mars ended. It was then when people lost their soul to the wave of death which fell from the sky like rain. It was on Founders Day when the court of heave fell with aplomb upon the heads of those who rose with the sweet. And of all those who remained alive on Mars, and that was literally counted in the majesty of thought, they rode out the storm in a bin called the carabine. The carabin was the sea and it was in the sea that a ship was riding. It was a ship which should have been demolished but something happened that didn’t make sense.
For on the ship was a marriage in progress beneath the wave of the blast which carried the Mar part, or the soul of Mars away. It was there where the ship carried up in a splash and landed on the surface. But only in a splash of frequent mixes. for when the planet was crushed and twain broke out, there was a hole. A trench if you will, which revealed the world above. And in that giant splash a wave rose out of the world we call Mars. It rose up to the height of the world and then it rode the wave down to a world on fire.
It should have been the last that anyone saw of those on that ship except for one thing. It was Founders Day.
You see, one of the things about Founders Day is that it held a marriage. And marriage was perhaps the most important thing in all of history. And on that day the Founder himself had just happened to stop by for a quick visit. It was the Lord. And in that moment He carried up the ship and pardoned those on board and carried them to the plank. Only the plank was the lip of the sea and when they rode it they carried down to the deep of the world. And the world of Mars lost its soul but gained a heart of life.
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