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M i c k e y ' s   L a s t    F i r e A short story by Dr. Tony Macasaet  : : :       p r o l o g u e       : : : 21 February 2006. Today... it had been eight months.  At the end of a frustrating, long, and stinky shift... a bright-eyed figure found "Anthony", amongst the faint residue of fecal matter, blood, and chaos.... He wanted to shake my hand. But first an introduction... people often ask me, what was the craziest thing you ever saw in the ER?...  I can never remember these cases for some reason... though the degree of absurdity should clearly supply a plethora of suitable vignettes... Here in these words, instead... I would like

Imagine an endless horizon of stones... infinite forms, colors, radiance, age, beauty... A figure walks the anfractuous landscape subtle but sincere understanding amidst the vast Earthbed of rock the figure scrambles past dust, a sharp edged walk darkness and boundless unknown occasionally pausing, rest and reflecting kiss and connecting then into the infinite Earthly range stones of unwonted sort points of transition connected to this viscoelastic milieu the matrix of life distinct from the random debris comprised of the figure and all other life elementary range and domain wheatfield and grain with each revolution up s

The rain won't stop today.  Around me is grey... too cold for Spring... But I like my voice as I sing... I feel lazy, sleepy kinda blue, and ruffled of melody you.  I saw your words and sharpie tattoo, they layer me as sunless valley dew.  magic princess tales, instruction and mission...   angst... convolutes to this sweet fruition  and I....  I watch the zag zig of water drip  tea grip  love sip