Yockles and Fliung Trud through the glimeYockles and Fliung by ~thepenthatbleeds
To vision cockle time
There's fearror here
And drudge hears the heer.
Yockle tell the stail
To slip off the prail
And in the flockdown
They don the rockgown.
"Slith the slink!"
Great Yockles brinked
And in his teary
He did the fleary
Fliung the Rendy,
Blighty and blendy,
Did Yockles meet
To smuck the sleat.
Fliung to Yockles
They shared in fockles
Too sweet to geat
Instead, they sleat.
And Yockles klewed Fliung
And had him unsprun
In the sowee of glime
He gangled his brime.
TSS3: Employment A lot changes in three years. For example, did you know that in three years, an internet based company can go bankrupt because of a corrupt CEO who embezzles a considerable amount of millions of dollars, then gets caught and jailed? And did you know that three thousand employees could all loose their jobs because of the bankruptcy?TSS3: Employment by ~thepenthatbleeds
I didn’t know that. Apparently, it can happen, and it happened to the company I was working for before the time stopping and coma incident. Of course, I didn’t really expect to have a job after learning I was gone for three years. I’m pretty sure they won’t hold a job that long for a mediocre
TSS2: Three Years Conciousness started to return to me. Slowly, almost carefully my brain turned back on, like a computer booting up after a power surge. My eyes opened and adjusted. I was laying on my back, the bright lights assaulting my retinas with stinging artificial light. The kind of light that makes you look green in pictures that aren't properly white balanced. I heard a soft beeping and looked to my left. It was one of those machines that keep track of heart rate, oxygen level, and blood presure.TSS2: Three Years by ~thepenthatbleeds
I tried to sit up, but my body was stiff. I groaned as I strained to sit up, but my body didn't want to respond. There were tubes in my nose, in my mouth
TSS1: The Illusion Of Time It’s amazing how time goes so slowly as you sit and stare at the second hand on the clock. Each little movement, each soft and barely audible tickticktick seem to just crawl, almost to a halt.TSS1: The Illusion Of Time by ~thepenthatbleeds
That’s why, when the second hand did stop, and the tickticktick was silenced, I didn’t notice it. I didn’t notice it until my eyes were half closed as I sat there with my elbow on my desk, hand propping my head up. I didn’t notice until I slipped, half asleep, and slammed my head against my keyboard.
Slightly dazed and a little more than upset about what had just occurred, I looked up to see if anyone heard, if anyone in t
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