The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

A Case For Humanity

Was she foolish? She fretted as she limped through the kitchen to let the dogs out.

It was customary to sue for pain and suffering, and clearly, she was experiencing plenty of that.

But her will was determined to overcome – or at least bypass – her multiple symptoms.

And she was retraining for a replacement career that could be very exciting.

She did not believe in causing harm to others because she had been harmed – except when necessary in the most extreme situations.

The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Pause Of The Claimant

People she spoke with assumed she would sue because “she had a right to.”

But she also knew that the person having to pay had not been at fault. It had been her partner driving.

She was surprised and a bit disgusted with the toxic money-hungering liturgy in society’s system.

Perhaps she did not have her own priorities correct – especially after having endured repeated homelessness and poverty.

But it was one thing to pursue what was owed to one’s self from a huge agency set up for such compensations.

And quite another if the tally directly affected another person who personally could not afford it.

Myths & Legends

Too Small Glasses

She liked wearing the minimal ones, uncaring as to whether or not they complimented her face.

She thought them a hilarious addition when in the lab, and chuckled to herself occasionally when she remembered she was wearing them.

For like a wild horse put to saddle, underneath her reserved exterior she resented having the need of their aid in order to fit into and conform to society.

The Raptor And The Gargoyle

The Raptor And The Gargoyle – Reflections Upon Intimacy

“I have been taught to forget my own name and to forget that I love to fly as high as I can fly and I love to explore and create things of interest to me when I am with a mate,” she confided.

“I have also been taught that I can only give my warrior’s cry in silence, when I am alone – for others become as quail when they hear my voice’s power, and even my own children seem to fear me,” she lamented.

“My attempts to find a lifelong mate have failed because the males I have encountered are not driven to aspire like me. Even if I “dumb myself down” for them so they are not threatened, they then have felt superior and have mistreated and devalued me.” She shook her feathers agitatedly.

“It seems that to be truly myself, I must not seek a mate. For with one, I am neglected and lonely. If I am on my own, at least I get to keep who I am and have my freedom.

What is your story?” she queried. “Do gargoyles have much better luck in loving?”