what's horrifying is not the act of murder... but the fact that it isn't committed more readily. the actual act so easy. the fact that anyone, anywhere could kill another person so easily if they wanted to but they don't. societies... governments create weapons of mass destruction because all of us won't do our own small part.
- upcheck
he sat quietly at the bar "no one tells me what to do."
if you die in your dream, you die in really life- the body cannot exist without the mind-
slew was constantly dying in his dreams... dying exotic deaths...in degrees.
laughing his ass off. he'd wake up upset and unable to go back to bed.
sooo... this is death. a strike to the base of the skull with a blunt instrument separating the brain from the spinal column. the stars you see right before you black out, a million dead wishes. this is my life this is my mistake.
he swung with a wild hay maker striking the side of the neck with a clenched hand.
what are you going to do???
are you going to hit me???
kapow... kerchow...
like the batman series on television, all the punches thrown wound up to cartoonish quality.
the beginning of the end or the other way around. celery crying her eyes out. this is the future welcome to it... celery knows all of this, but can prevent none of it.
in those star trek episodes, the captain of the next generation decides to go ahead knowing whatever they decide has been preordained so the choice, ultimately has to be... to change nothing.
they sat on the corner eating broken oreos by the fistful... passive acceptance.
me: what's going on?
jay: mmmm... I'll tell you what's going on... I got to reheat my burrito.
(enter colin stage left)
colin: you kickin it out here???
jay: kevin's party is tonight they're playing darts at mulligans. you should come.
jay: avocado, rib- eye, sour cream, lettuce... sooo good.
colin: babies, root beer floats and barbecue, how can you not love me... jeez.
jay: i generate excitement
colin: can you really put a cost on living the best year of your life???
me: how can you two tool boxes not have a roommate by now???
(not verbatim... but close)
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"there's nothing to say"---- you, two seconds ago
I definitely do not generate excitement, perhaps the opposite.
I love that this post reads like a short story and descriptive poetry that is drunk and mixed in a blender.
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