Fault Waltz Faux

''User:Serprex 05:29, February 16, 2014 (UTC)

A short time ago some long once upon occurred. Where then was success determined? Quotes & figures, no more a thing of the past as a thing to become

"Tell me then, where do you come in?" is asked. "I don't know" is the reply. So continues: "Right, you come stumbling in & trip over every lout to take the hand everyone desires by mere chance of strange destiny"

"Oh" is the reply. So continues: "But this is only the beginning, for afterwards you must demonstrate this case to be the case, & not some act put on for show to show. Afterwards they'll ask: who is this woman? & you'll reply 'Celle'"

Celle nods. She does not feel the nod. She's dashed to the door. It opens. She enters. Here she must stumble. She doesn't stumble. An instant to realize freedom to make the proper step, the courtesy, half smiling, half smirking, maintaining eye contact while reaching behind to grab the next hand that'll pull inwards only to release outwards towards her predetermined destination

Until that last moment, where the floor falls apart. Shards of glass cutting bloody pores. Dripping at the door. Drops knocking blow for blow. Faint whispers shocked at this forced demise

"You were meant to demonstrate success despite failure, now you've become a failure despite success"

"Oh" is the reply. So continues: "Is that as you wish?"

"No" is the reply. So continues: "Then what?"

"To reiterate what has been learnt. Nothing of value, only human behavior, & their imposing mind upon body" is the reply. There is no continuation

Full stop

Predictable behavior, clear as a light, refracted through a chipped glass, no longer predictable. Patterned

Fingerprints on flesh, scars highlighted with tattoos, signals sent as signs. Telling all's well for a nightmare

To realize these models are models, to look away at last & see. Description description

Plot the escape. Under guise for the thrill. Peg random points until the destination suits the unique hope

No exit. Awaken. Caffeinate. Cold reality sets in. Without warmth, what is there to seek?

So tired

Who is this woman? / Celle

There is no continuation. Lucid moments of "I am lucid" forgotten as teeth fall out & drift downstream. Only thinking 'Where were they then?'

Awaken / Not yet

Rush back to the anticipated horror. Scream in delight. Skip forward. See the end. Step back. Pause to breathe. Leave unfulfilled

Awaken / A moment / At once

Proceed to waste moments. Clutch memories of chills

A blur. Find rest

Empty darkness. Hanging on that final breath

Awaken

Every day. Another day. Anxiety builds

Fill the blanks. Find pauses in the humming drone. Consciousness pillages experience. Something new, to keep it busy. To feel as if elsewhere

Lights out

Consciousness fades

Anticipation rises

A stir. Awakened. Or jolted? Unsure. Fading

To tell a lie, truth must first be presented so that the victim maintains their own illusions

Celle does not reply. To what does this apply? All models become sporadic when encoded with this rule

Things which need be not said, yet are. Words of truth bearers. A paradox

Thus is the lucid signal found

Awaken to light refracting through eye lashes. Frustrated & relieved

Somewhere the desire rises to call out "Warn the others"

There are no others