Random #1 - Sky Meat

The sky is a slab of meet. Sliced thick it exposes layers of purple, peach, blue, and soon enough black. The outermost layer protects us from the most: space. Or at least it's supposed to. It's more lover than fighter. Passive by nature, our front line can be excessively friendly when it shouldn't, "Hello Mr. Asteroid. Have you seen these dinos? They're pretty friendly once you get to kno- Shit." Which leads me to my next point: we don't want a chatty epidermis. Ours should be cold and tough and slightly resemble Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was the rip-my-own-arm-off type of Terminator that we knew and loved.
The shank in the middle just does it's job: transmit sensations of pain, itch, and temperature. Rinse/Repeat.
Planes darted along; bringing and taking the most and least important.

What connects us all here isn't as clear as a punch in the eye. Sockets rattle. No prisoners here, but plenty know the drilling dryness of getting by.


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Author's Notes:

• random uncensored
  
• almost spelled Arnold's name right the first time (two letters off)
• Whatever led me to think up imagery of meat for the sky I will never know
• the last bit is ok
  
• starts off trying to be X but quickly settles into a comfy spot

Edit - June 2, 2008:

• added some new stuff
• moved some words around
• some even left