Morning Treat
Good morning to people in America, happy afternoon to us in Europe, good evening to you in Asia. I usually post at night time but I'm already done with my workday and I have some time to kill while I wait for my friends to get off work too, so we can go do something fun. We are probably going to go browse through some antique shops, I should definitely leave my wallet at home, or STEEM needs to moon real fucking fast for me to afford the aristocratic lifestyle I want.
I love the morning light in my apartment. I hardy ever get to see it nowadays, I'm usually already at work by the time sun starts to rise. Sleep wise, I prefer sleeping in quite late, but sometimes I like to wake up early just to marvel the beautiful new morning. The city is still quiet and there is a stillness in the air. No hurry to go anywhere. Slowly getting out of bed, brewing some coffee or tea, watching the newest episode of Game of Thrones that aired couple hours prior to you waking up...
PS. Blue is my happy colour.
👈 This Guy: A Very Happy Color Indeed.
"No, you idiot, not the girl - the screen!", Girard snapped into the mic, startling the agent holding the recorder-probe.
His team had jumped back, to this point in time, where it all began.
Every school-kid had seen it. Even Girard, advanced in years as he was, would never forget it. Beamed from an unknown source, the scan-line static of blue, then a tightening focus.
A woman stood in the window, draped with a long cloth. Behind her, a screen scintillated with blue pixels, right before the - what the experts called it - juxtaposition event.
"I think she's moving, should I refocus?", the field agent sounded nervous, and he should be. It wasn't every day you saw the portal to unknown horrors open before you.
"No, stay with the screen.", Girard's view bobbed to the screen past the woman's shoulder, enhancement picking out the rolling credits from an ancient media clip.
"Wait, one second... something is happening.", the camera view shook as the first bass notes of dimensional bending spread throughout the air, syrupy and slow, like tentacles questing for a grip on distant eardrums.
Girard leaned back, and rubbed his eyes.
Dark tendrils started flowing out from the screen, cascading to the floor behind her.
In his ears, the strangled gasp of the agent as one tendril pierced his chest, then another.
Girard hoped they would get what they needed this time, to save the world.
Good afternoon butefuul gri
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In the future nice day
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butefuul gri
byo͞ot~fool
noun
GRI
noun
You are a true poet.
Who'e the naked chick?
Me.
I wander how do you pronounce your name?
Does it end with v or e?
It's actually "Eveun", a very common name. You pronounce it like.. Evün, it sounds more like y and a very strong N to the end.
Hope this helps. I'm just making this up, sorry
Hey! Follow if you can:)
It really seems that I can't.
very sensual...
Good morning bautiful girl..
You sweety girl..
Why didn't you complete your thoughts... interesting...
Was trying to think of something witty to complete those thoughts but then again I'm just not bautiful enough.
This deserves some attention. Upvoted and resteemed...
Thank you :)
LOL Some of these comments. Good American morning to you. Lovely as always, dear. Maybe even bootyful.
Haha, yeah, everyone is cracking me up today, love it. I might need to start using that new word you came up, bootyful.