I. K. Now, Supreme Masonic Vocal Council Member, Year 0333 AREMPF (After Revelation Electromagnetic Pulse Fallout)

We found out, quite too late of course, that the endless amount of wireless impulses going through our living environment was causing a tremendous amount of stress to the human form; like a microwave oven used to do…you all do remember those? Good… with food products, those same electrical impulses going through our bodies trying to penetrate whatever that matter, in this case our precious entities, was in front of those volatile impulses eventually they go through that matter, being hell bent on  getting  to its various connective sources and beyond, in the interim our bodies were being denatured; being broken down, more and more by the energy engulfing and passing through our human forms, destroying that form faster and faster;  what we know now as, Clandestine Subsonic Ultra Waves of Ventricular Vibrations or CSUWV2.  

The ones in the past that were, well… let me put it in the rarest of truth, killing themselves without knowledge of the cloaked danger they had created.
  

And so we are here today, our honorable Council members of Thirteen, to instill teachings from the scribes of old which we can clearly see with our characteristically gaunt facial features and bulbous heads.  We have learned to diminish that energy going through our bodies, as in days’ pasts, by telepathically communicating.  But that has had its dangers too.  By us not vocalizing our thoughts we have transformed, in my opinion, to an unattractive race because of our wondrous ignorance.  We know and see what has been and what we have become.  Yet, we still have been disobedient from our past knowledge.  Working in adverse instead of being responsible; hence, the reason I am speaking to all of you, Great and Honorable Council members of Thirteen.  We can change our present and make a better future; but we have to...no must, sustain the human form...cause we lookin ugly!

(to be continued...)

Running Out Of The Cold - 457

It's a jungle out here! It's a jungle out here!
The seasons never change and are quite queer!
The cold is always pervasive, persuasive, invasive...giving me frostbite; a fire light will never be able to return life back into my fingers, my phalanges of shame.
Oh, so frigid!
Frozen solid as the melting pot has been made into a tossed salad, turned into a side dish of a remorseful wish; dressing included for all of the poor quasi bought and sold druids watching the plethora of white opaque ubiquitous icicles form on the surface of the diverse human noses. Predisposed, I must propose.  My feet finally being able to feel, trying to steal another life that was stolen; able to turn on my heals finally, as the warmth overtakes me; awakens me from the hibernated comatose state my mind has been liquid nitrogen-ed infused and confused to try to make me sin. 
Running now to flee, while the cold nips at my close wake.  Never to overtake again. 
Until I am ready to vanish from within!