Expressionism - Improbable Probability
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0.000 HBDExpressionism - Improbable Probability
 **Improbable Probability** I don't believe it—No! Whether you do or not—THEY do! No, no, it can't be! But THEY have seen and THEY know better. It was about a mile away, in the sky, jet black, the size of a one car garage turned on end, sort of acorn shaped—man it didn't move, like a smudge in the sky! Weird! But there it was! Not a plane, not a helicopter, or a balloon, not a kite—what the hell was it?! Nonsense—you're making this up, you're crazy. Yeah? Okay, okay, I'm convinced how about you? It came like a flash of white light, straight out of her eyes. Another world was reaching out to this one. It stopped me in my tracks. A spirit in white heavenly light bursting forth from those eyes on the canvas. I whispered in her ear and even in the coma she lunged forward, she knew I was there. I told her the light of her spirit had reached out to me. No! Yes! Most definitely. A warning—that's what it was. Don't go where you're going, stay in, full moon, getting dark, you're an hour behind schedule, you'll be caught out—don't go—a flash of fear rippled through my body and I tell you true it scared me bad, but was I smart enough to heed it? I was not. And within the hour I was staring down the barrel of a gun, a robber, my valuables gone, my life hanging by a thread. Damn-- I was WARNED! Sure you were. Sure, I believe you. It happened. It really happened. Back in the 50's, upstate New York it was. They were dispatched to the scene, a dark night, mysterious lights in sky. And behold overhead they saw them, red and green, circular, they began the chase, 100 miles an hour in their black'n'white down those back country roads, until “it” turned left and shot straight out over a cow pasture, they hit the brakes and just sat there watching as “it” disappeared in the distance. Tales! Wild tales! Never happen to you? Never? Something you can't explain? Never? Shut-up! I don't want to talk about it.