Article: 178899 of talk.bizarre From: email@example.com (David Bryant) Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: Kugelblitz Mai Tai Date: 1 Dec 1994 22:45:05 GMT Organization: The Void Lines: 19 Message-ID: <firstname.lastname@example.org> Status: O Man looks at black, beaten, old typewriter -- All the keys bunched up together as if fighting for that one place on the page where they all could meet. That place is present. Now. The rest are then and there and why and where. Hot September sun pours into the windows burning the plants to a black spinning crisp. He rubs the bridge of his nose remembering the argument. And his face collapses in on itself. Words words and more words. His face pulls in further, the sucking sound at the windows, pulling the curtains in, as he pulls everything into him, like some big, red, bloated star striving to take the universe down with it. The glass breaks under the strain, shards striking his eyes and mouth, and flowing bloodlessly in. And things become darker still. Sweat drip from his brow, the barkeep hands a bright red drink to a lone woman in the midafternoon empty bar. She feels a slight breeze as she sips in thought. And one of the lights goes dim above the bar.