Sunset Parade
It's a dark day today. Not all is well. I woke up to the sound of screaming and went back to sleep instantly. It's the scream I hear every morning, 6am on the dot, every day, for eleven years now. Like a cockrel on crack cocaine. It is the scream of my soul.
My name is Ignio Montoya. I work in a wind power plant. Fart jokes will ban you from this live journal instantly. Wind is the way to the future. Literally, if a time machine is ever made it is said they will use the element of wind to power it and the element of fire to destroy it when it becomes too dangerous. This has been decided ahead of time.
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