The pronic number of 42 is the second sphenic masterpiece,
To me it represents a perfect piece of molybdenum, set at the base of a perfectly angled rainbow, it is the asterisk to find everything.
The source of its power from the Orion Nebula, can sound like death in Japanese, is inevitably the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, and its me, the number of years on this planet.
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This is a short story I wrote ages ago, but still one of the best things I have done so far.
This is a preview of a short story I am working on.
Forty years had passed since I died. My flesh has rotted, my skin has long since decompossed. Where once there was living tissue, blood and bones, now simply minerals and calcium deposits. The remains of the life I once had distributed between the earth, the family and the opportunists. My death was a painful one which I remember as if it was only yesterday, not forty years prior. I can still to this day feel the chops and the slashes of the blade which severed my limbs. The tightness around my neck as I was afixiated, even the feel of the needle prick as it punctured my skin and the cold pressure building up around the needles entry point as the cocktail of drugs swelled into my bloodstream. Yes, it certainly wasn’t my best day.