trīgintā trēs
[Your time is limited mate.]
He made his best to pause browsing with his rude eyes. He wanted to do something better.
Even if he wouldn't in the first place, he would at that moment. He was left with no choice. He couldn't put up with it.
He didn't know what time the monster was talking about. Why would he say limited? He didn't know what he was supposed to do under such notice.
Where would he be going to after there. He would make meaning of it later. He wanted to push the thoughts aside but couldn't help it.
He wasn't who he used to be anymore. He was more than that at that moment. He would try as much as possible to figure out what he was supposed to do.
He would try as much as possible to fill the whole thing. He did want to know the stance he was holding. He wish that he would identity sooner or later.
He didn't know what to believe in anymore. He would only try his best to be what he did think that he was not.
Of course that was some badass option. He would steer clear of course.
He remembered what had been said. He could only browse his instinct.
He did remember that when the pyschopath had asked him what he would like to choose, he had made his choice known of course.
He had said that he would have his way with Nymphs firstly then he would do some other things. He didn't know if he did say that he would do some other things.
He seemed to be battling with assorted thoughts and couldn't separate one from the other. He did hope that he would be able to do that.
He did hope dearly that he would be able to make that mark. Time would make him feel it. Was he going to meet the Nymphs?
Was that what Time up meant? Well, he hadn't heard 'time-up'. He didn't even know what he was putting up with.
He hoped that he would have his way sooner or later. That was the best thing he could do.
All his efforts to make meaning of the new thoughts had been licked by the rage of the words. That was all that he could do. He dumped that thought.
He restored the thought he had spat. He didn't want to have to take it in again. He had puked it in the first place.
He would do quite the numbers of things about it of course,but that. He was sieving his options. He looked at the two things he had seen.
There were two paintings. One did have his picture in it, the other was for the face of a dog.
He did know that if the painting had been generous enough to depict further, he would had agreed with his instinct that twas a beast.
The paintings were opposite themselves. He didn't know what that meant. He hadn't see that kinda creature ever.
He didn't know how he would be able to figure out the point. He didn't know how he would make meaning of the message of the poem.
Time would help him. Time would help him heal up. He would fill and feel it.
He couldn't make sense of it. He knew that he wouldn't keep being held up in such thought. He would use several others. He would definitely.
Then he turned to face the heads he had been ignoring. Twas time to figure out what was and what would be.
Of course he didn't know what all the heads were. He could only figure few out of them. He could make a distinction.
He couldn't count the numbers. But he would start with their names. He would make up with the fact and identify all what they were.
The heads were in rows. He hadn't seen such rows of heads. He had seen the rows of Cuneiforms in the house of the old priest of the cave back on earth.
Twas because that old priest was caught living in the cave and a secret place in the forest in the suburbs. He was stripped off his duty of course and fed to the new priest and the gods.
Vulcan had almost passed out on that note. He couldn't had done any better. He would had figured it out.
He had tried to but he couldn't. He always loved to purge himself of that thought whenever he was with Myclops who was made the new priest of the cave.
The retard had eaten the flesh of a human. He could never do that, not even for several rounds of sex. He did know what he did want and how to go for it.
He began to identify the names on all the heads; he was obviously reading from the tags. He wanted to but he did halt.
He noticed that the names were in sections and he was supposed to figure them out one after he other.
That of course shouldn't be a mill around his neck. He should be able to have his way around it. He would of course.
Twas a cake walk for him. Twasnt something he could just ignore or make to be something else. He would only try his best.
That was all that he would do. He would try as much as possible to figure the whole thing out. He would try as much as possible to identify with the whole thing.
Time would test it. He didn't know if he was patient enough to watch time test it. He didn't know what to feel anymore.
He did know that he would figure out soonest. He always did have those under his care. He would always find his way around it.
He focused. The first division to the left was what he would start with. He looked towards the bridge between the two halves of the heads arrangement.
What was dividing them was what look the feather of a pigeon. He didn't know how possible twas for that tiny thing to hold two different and heavy things separately.
He was hoping that he would fill the vacuum he had leased; he had dug the gores. He didn't have all the time to figure out the whole odds.
He would start by identifying those which were of great consequence. He wouldn't keep to several other things.
He knew what he did want and would go for it. He would try as much as possible. He would try to put up with it. He would try to make sense of it.
He would try to agree with the rage. He didn't know if he would continue. He had no idea how long he would keep putting up.
He wanted to have a new way around it. He wanted it strongly! He hadn't wanted anything as strongly as he did want that. He would figure it out of course.
He would steer clear. He didn't even know what he had been thinking. He was trying to draw a closure and link the correspondence but he simply couldn't. He hoped that he would do soonest.
He tossed himself back to the reality of the whole deal. He did remember that the pyschopath had said that he did have limited time.
He didn't know what he was supposed to do with time. He started reading the names of the heads which were by his left.
The most bold and conspicuous indication on it was OLD POETS. He should know what that would mean.
He did think that it would had been written in some code words which would had been difficult for him to crack.
But hell wrong he was. He started with the names:
VYA MIGUEL, TUNER CLOE, DANCING FURY, HOD FLAMINGO, TAT FLEBINGS, WORTHY SAGE, AT A TA MARR, WILLY WING WON, TRUG FELLA, YER FLUSH, ADAM RRU, HURUHGREH, MING GU PAT, GRIN GEER, TRASR FLUB, ARIYIBI ENI, IBIOYE KEMI, ADE ASE DE, FLUN GROVE, HOPKINS TYLER, FUR HURANGO, DANNY MATHIEL, EVANS JOEL, DHUR GRUT, FOIT BRUSS, LILAI, FORT MEGIUEL, ATHA ABOR, FRAIT PASSER, PASHE PLOOR, PUG RHUT, IRIT HIR, GREAT HARA, TRAM TURD, CHAR THAG, ENHEDUANNA....
He was tired of reading. He didn't know what to read anymore. Of course he did know, but didn't want to read anymore. He was tried.
He didn't know what to put up with. No! He was excited. He stopped at the last name. Ah! He he had heard of it.
No! He did know her. She was the priestess of a cave to Medusa. Just like Myclops. Only that Myclops did have his choice of who to worship.
Enheduanna died few years back before he had met himself in the underworld. Even in the depth of he ocean.
He didn't want to think too much about it. He turned to the right. The bolder text did have NEW POETS.
At this level, he couldn't hide his excitement, he started reading as high as he could. He didn't care if anyone was there:
VYASA, VAMILIKI, ZOROASTER, NOAH, NIMROD, JESSE DAVID, AHAB, NEBUCHADNEZZAR, DARIUS, HOMER, SOPHOCLES, EURIPIDE, METHANY, AESCHYLUS, ARISTOTLE, ARISTOPHANES, HUBUD, TUBUD, OVID, GEOFERRY CHAUCER, JOHN MILTON, JOHN BURYAN, JOHN DONNE, HOBBES LOCKINGS, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM WADSWORTH, ALFRED TENNYSON, GOERGE HERBERT, ALEXANDER POPE, ROBERT FROST, MAYA ANGELOU, ADEYEMI JOSHUA, HURLY BIDING, JOE BIDEN, CHINUA ACHEBE, GABRIEL OKARA, LEOPOLD SEDAR SENGHOR, AGOSTINO NETO, MARIAM A BA...
What the heck! His name was not there? How possible?
Then he began to feel funny within himself. His body system was quaking and he didn't know what that was.
Then he felt a haughty gush of wind ensorcelled him and bore him and he started to elevate.
He was suspended in the air and washed like worn waves towards the only door which led to another room.
Several thoughts trampled on his consciousness was his time over?
Who was the psycho in charge of the whole thing? Before he could puke his rage through the words, that door already opened and he simply couldn't believe how possible to be where he was.
Hell of a magic! He was dropped by the worn winds!