Strange Man

In 1914, great palm trees. Easily to describe it as a blank great "beautiful" land with zero people on it. A last blood of wildwest man left with a brown dirtcoat and cowboy hat carrying his horse below his feet. A stoic teen living by himself. It's hard to differentiate between teen or middle aged men those days. Playing a banjo while the horse walk by itself, "I came from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee, I'm g'wan to Louisiana, my true love for to see, It rain'd all night the day I left The Wather it was dry, Th sun so hot I froze to death Susanna don't you zry. Oh Susanna, don't you cry for me. I've come from Strawberry with a banjo on my knee."

Nothing interesting, so he get hmself into a sheriff named Marshall. "Knock knock...." "Who's there?" "Me" " Oh Jack. It's been a log time, enemy." "You know why I come here." "Nothing special. Last time few bandits like you steal some horses here. One of them is mine. Not really give a brain bout it. "Want a ride, mister?" "Sure." They come out with their horses. Jack's brown. Marshall's white. "Breedy looks fatter. What did you give him?" "Last time a ton of chocolate, and coffee." "He didn't sleep well?" "You don't say." "You know I'm pretty sad about you, kid." "I don't need any sympathy, partner." Being a plain life, I suppose?" "That's better You should try it yourself, old man." "Oh, you can't." "Hahahaha. Nice one, kid." They walking nowhere in a desert. A palm desert that well known with most of the bndits there. Jack always have hs shotgun back there. A four men standing inn a great bridge. "You pass our teritorry, both of you. Stop right now!" "You just stand there kid. How old are you? 16?" "Don't make fun of me, partner." "Go on, kid. I don't like to break your whole future, Your balls obviously. "Come on, Snake. Let's get out of here." "Don't shout, you fool." 5 days 4 nights, bobbing in a narrow, swift river, without the slightest consciousness. In that river there were no living creatures apart from a young man and a brown and white horse like cappuccino mixed with vanilla milk with a very delicious taste that makes people fall asleep like GHB medicine. The colors and abstract carvings of animal skins are very rare to find. If it had been sold previously it would have been very expensive, around $30 per head to raise. It's a ridiculous decision if people hunt it to be used as lunch or even take the skin to be used as a home wall decoration. Unfortunately the creature's condition was heartbreaking. The scratches on the skin of his back were like the claws of a brown bear in the forest of the Great Palm Trees, a forest that was notoriously haunted by land dwellers that had been part of Texas City since 1913. In the middle of the night, when the crows spookily spoke their tongues alone, Loner woke up still sleepy. Indeed, his Optimism Nihilism view of life is so extreme that it is difficult for him to feel worried. Actually he was not like that from birth. When he was 13 years old, he found a small pink object numbered 5 cut into small pieces and then eaten by him. The shape is like an oval-shaped pill like peanuts. On one side of the front there is a carved letter that divides the pill, namely "FP P" with that far apart. On the back it says “10 MG”. It tastes bitter on the tongue, but after eating it, the mind feels like it is in a very pleasant situation, full of peace, not worrying about anything, accompanied by normal and not prolonged drowsiness. It turned out that the effects of the drug were still felt until he was 24 years old. His back, which was still exhausted from the long and fast journey, mercilessly hit his back which was covered with very thick horse hide. Apparently the horse still has its eyes open. His eyes are green on the outside and brown on the inside. What a very beautiful eye for a horse. Looks very haggard, with a mouth that is chewing something but not chewing anything. That means he is very hungry. Loner who saw the scene didn't have time to think about saving his life because he himself was in a pitiful state. His attire consisted of a long-sleeved basket shirt which was then covered with a light brown long coat on the back with a striped pattern that did not look gray. Black trousers for sleeping that look torn but are the hallmark of a very unique appearance. His fantofel shoes are full of sand dust which doesn't look dirty because it suits the climate he lives in. Now it's all gone. His shirt and coat were so torn to shreds that they looked nothing like clothes anymore. Even more honorable when bare-chested. No more than 5 seconds woke up, immediately sprawled back on a friendlier ground.

From a distance there is a person who looks neat. His clothes are all black in the style of the Italian mafia. Black bow tie, white shirt under a tuxedo that is obviously washed every other day. His pumps were evidently polished every day, a stark contrast to Texas at the time. His skin is fair, has no beard or sideburns. But a pair of black mustaches that are very thick and swing from top to bottom, then up again. His face is very oval to the bottom, but looks fat overall. He looked like someone he hadn't met with in over a decade. He wears a half-tube hat with a hole underneath as a place for his head. Around him there is a roundabout circle around his head. Loner saw nothing more than the mysterious man's lower legs. His eyes closed again as if not caring about his fate or the intentions of that person. It seemed he wanted to help her. Then he brought Loner into a freight train near the meadow with a hand that turned out to be very strong, even using only one hand. Where is the horse without a master? Apparently the horse was separated from Loner who was taken somewhere. What is certain is that Loner's life is in a very confusing state of confusion. Cold biting the surface of the skin, an unimaginable temperature, could connote -50°F. Freight trains are ready to be packed with giant industries that are billowing gray, blackish smoke to be precise through three large holes with a diameter of 50 meters, numbering three, covered with striped iron without thinking about the amount of smoke coming out. Not thinking about the layout of the prepositions between the objects around it. The architecture of the building is very unattractive to look at, like a giant garbage dump in the middle of an urban bustle. That was what Loner thought when he first opened his eyes after being unconscious for so long inside the container where the items were stored. A world that has never been seen before. The sand that was scattered in the middle of the meadow turned into hard rock that seemed to be furious at those who stepped on it. Flat, warm despite being hit by the cold that hit his face. The grass that danced irregularly massaging the callused feet was attacked by a jagged metal circle with a hole in the middle, moving swiftly indiscriminately, smashing everything in its path. What a terrible world this one. Not a single tree was visible around his eyes. The half-adolescent adult didn't realize he was hit by a white object that was very cold, but hard to touch like a ground blanket. For twenty minutes trying to get rid of a bunch of solids dissolved as much as the densest liquid, salt to be precise. Before he could get up from the ice container, someone dragged him mercilessly without seeing what object he was carrying. He is a middle age around 30 to 35 years. Not too young, not too old either. His chin was very thick and wrinkled like a middle-aged man's. He keeps a beard. Her cheeks were red and only the top of her head was coiled with one centimeter white hair. Stomach curved forward like a bow. Likewise with his back which he straightened by his own hands by force. The look on his face was as if he wanted to be taken seriously and feared, but on the contrary. He looked like someone who was annoyed after being scolded by his boss. His shirt was crumpled like an expired can of food which became the motif of his striped shirt, and the left and right sides of his shirt had ties from front to back, until he tucked his lower back into his pants. This goofy fellow looked more like a cow milker working in the yard. Loner just kept silent pretending to faint again.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, we found a strange object the weight of a normal adult, and the texture of its skin is like that of a human that has been dried for 5 days and 4 nights and is ready to be eaten by scavengers." That was what he said as he entered the room which was filled with small strip-shaped paths advancing along with items placed on them. One gram of very clean pink raw chicken. It has been soaked twice and washed five times each time, then dried on a wire like clothes. I don't know what kind of unique people whose minds are possessed by skilled workers never think. One wearing a surgical mask and his body covered with a thicker parasitic jacket, as well as his pants. Looks like a very sensitive person with invisible substances floating in the air. He said, "Yes, but he looks like a normal person who has just been sound asleep for a few days." There were only a few people that could be counted on fingers, a total of five with an unidentifiable gender due to their thick costumes. The old hunchback said, “What do you mean? Obviously this person was very haggard. I just got off the freight train which is right in front of this film factory. I tickled and pinched this young man many times, and he didn't have any reaction. When I heard the lining of the heart, there wasn't even a single breath.” Apparently the factory is a film factory. It turned out that they were documenting a documentary about the chicken production process version 3.0, which was easy, elegant and clean from bacteria. To the right of Loner is a giant camera measuring 30x30 centimeters with storage that is the opposite of its size, which is 30 MB. It seems only to record a video of a maximum of three minutes. Apparently not, there are still rows and rows of cameras lined up very neatly adjusting screenshot prepositions to make them look attractive in the eyes of consumers. The person defending Loner turned out to be a woman who was around 17-18 years old. Indeed, at that time unskilled labor was placed on women. His voice is very friendly. Loner had heard that sound before. He was experiencing severe déjà vu. After hearing the dove's chirping, he immediately woke up from the hand