“Are you experiencing a side effect of a mutation, or are you a mutation… with a side effect?

One that has creatively taken hold of your very being, deciding the process of what you’ll be, what you’ll say and even what you’ll do. Setting the principles to the making of your core foundation. Guiding you, or commanding you? Helping you, or destroying you? Does your very comprehension, of the daily events unfolding around you seem like a dream, or a nightmare? Do the events that are unfolding control you or not? Are they dictating the actions that you’ll make? High jacking everyone around you to take notice of who you are, what you have said, what you have done.

Sure, dating has never really been easy and modern dating online is even harder. We all keep thinking our perfect match has to be out there, just one click away. And modernly mutated souls are in search of bodies not in search of soul. Nobody is there to tell you that let me love you like atoms in your body, hold you like gravity. In this era of hook up, the wild and pure love is completely missing. Will you write –

Let the light in,
I’ll see your face whole night.
Let the night in,
I’ll hold your hands so tight.
I’ll write the letter of light in the air.
our bodies pulsate by the notes of gentle symphonies of piano, and we adhere.
Atoms are colliding and merging into one.
my feelings for you are like colorful swan ?

Are you even awake to justify your understanding of what you have done, what you have become? Are you restrained, captured and examined by the host, that has infected you? Or are you the infection, that has contaminated the being, you’re in at this very moment in time.
Will it be your destination, or destruction? Will it be your salvation or damnation? Has this invasive hostile entity, set you on a path of recompense, or certain chastisement? Laying the foundations to fortune and fame, or degradation and pain.

Are you experiencing a side effect of a mutation, or are you a mutation… with a side effect? If you are, seek a soulmate.

dated: 4th December, 2069″

Edward read and reread the huge pamphlet several times, that was handed to him by what looked to be a homeless lady. Who had rolled up to him on a half-broken skateboard?

While he was waiting for the midnight bus, that would deliver him to his final destination, Cloud nine, the very center of the neighborhood known as Cloudy street, where Edward Jay Shipner called home. It was the last of the government housing complex’s in his city and was soon to be demolished. Making way for the new one hundred-million-dollar sports complex and total body rejuvenation center.

The first of many revitalization projects that will bring new life to the old city, also bringing a new, younger and wealthier class of people. Some from this world, some from other worlds and a few from places beyond the known corners of space. Earth had become the waste pit, the trash can of the galaxy over the last two centuries. A laughing joke around the galaxy, of a place that was once blue and beautiful. Now it’s a place where every lowlife and scumbag dropped of their unwanted crap. Earth was once the jewel of the galaxy, housing the most exotic species of human and nonhuman delicacy anyone could imagine or afford. From the pleasures of the stomach, to the pleasures of the flesh, that brought wealth and power to those who control it.

There are some who say it will be a jewel again, instead of the rancid eye sore that it is now. No longer cobalt blue, but a disgusting foul green in the sky, an in the no longer beautiful blue sea. Time and hunger for power and wealth had destroyed the earth, now only the destitute and out of luck live there now. And those who control the comings and goings, making vast amounts of wealth off of those who still call earth home. With their suffering.

Even though the earth isn’t what she once was, there’s rumors going around that a new group of investors, are highly interested in bringing back the grand old days. When the rich and famous celebrities of the galaxy came to play, spend obscene amounts of money and to relax in the crystal cobalt blue water of earth. Even in the vastness of space and the unlimited number of planets, earth was a rarity among planets. Ed just stared at the pamphlet, softly laughed only once to himself. He then meant to ball up the pamphlet and chuck it into the pure clean trash disposal. Where anything and I mean anything that gets dropped into it disintegrates instantly. But for reason he couldn’t explain, he folded it up and slipped it into one of his many hidden pockets. Edward Jay Shipner didn’t know why, but something inside of himself said he needed to go to this place, that it was a matter of life or death.