price for motion August 6, 2007

all set to take the first big space invasion trip. that would take me all the way, to a different world. so far. that it would be more than just a journey, and seem more like a small lifetime. pretty much the lifespan of a dying goat. with an infection killing every other cell. i was to take this trip. i liked taking trips, but not this one. for it is so different, that it scares the hell out of me. this was the first of its kind in my account of trips. green plantation had to be piled up in pots and lockers for ages. they would slowly regenerate, and reproduce by the process of budding or perhaps grow in size by accretion. then i could blow all this in one go. and i’d always get my older guardian to do this for me. all in one go. the forest that had been flourishing for decades, would now disappear. and the barren land with those ugly twirls of the rotten roots jetting out of the loose soil would now be visible. and look like a bad rash, left untouched, and these roots, they’d look like diseased veins. pale and smelly. whatever’s left of the green forest would rot. but all of this was for a reason. the green patch was grown here with a reason. a reason why this plan was plotted out years ago. years. i will repay the green god. i’m sure, i’m bound to repay you. please wait…