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Sunday, November 26, 2006


Im bored....
its 11pm where im at and I cant sleep and theres nothing on tv some one entertain me. or I could write a short story. or not. or yet. or not.or yet. or not. or yet. or not. or yet. or not. or yet. or not. or yet. or not. or yet. or not. or yet. or not. or yet. or not.or yet. or not.or yet. or not.or yet. or not. or yet. or not. or yet. or not. or yet. or not. or yet. or not.
ok that took up 20 seconds. so maby i will write a short, short story


sitting alone can really get to me.
go to a park or a bus stop and sit. Sit and watch the people go by.
Do they ever stop to notice you?
do they care what you might think of them?
No. they don't care cause they too are watching everyone else as they go by
looking out for themselves and keeping themselves entertained.
the more you look the more you relize that we are all like grains of salt in a pile of sand.
sure we are different. but theres too much sand for anyone or anything to notice.
If we were sifted though like a old time miner sifts sand for gold, we would just as easly
fall like the grains of sand.
But keep watching the people. Watch them and see what they do.
Running end to end looking for some way to find distraction from what they are.
some people wear gaudy clothing other listen to loud offenive music and some do both.
but what are they?
With out there toys they no better then the rest of us.

Now look further, past what you can see. You hear storys of children dying in the street. you feel sad, but Then you go on living your life. you still listen to your music and drive your car.
deep down we all relize what we are.
We know that when someone dies every one else just goes on living
when a loved one dies we feel sorrow for a time then forget that they were ever there
when tragity strikes a nation we get angree but in time the emotion subsides and we forget what
we were just moments ago crying out for blood over.
I hate sitting alone. It drives my mind into thoughts I would rather not go to.
I want to forget my past I would love to remeber only the good memorys
keep my life the way I want to remeber it.
But the greater issue here is, Those people with there toys
are just keeping themselves entertained till they die.
And they know it.

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