the only certainty
is that everything ends.
this is as good as it is bad.
and so: a drawing of an island, and a drawing of a lake (in that order).
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Author’s note: this is much longer than I intended. Sorry about that. I think it’s interesting though, and I think that people should not let this kind of thing happen. I provide a couple of links to the article that I’m quoting from within the body of my text, but they will all open in [...]
In the case of a zombie apocalypse you don’t have to worry about having to face down a zombie einstein, and the correlated ethical dilemmas involved such as “Do I destroy the brain of possibly the smartest man who ever lived, or do I save my own living brain?”
You don’t have to worry about it [...]
I had a dog named mopsy. She was old and decrepit and generally falling apart at the seams. She lived with me for some 15 years. We’ve known that she was on the way out for a couple of years now, and for the most part have come to terms with it. In fact, we’ve [...]
my dog is crying phlegm.
his breath comes in wheezes and he cannot stand.
every time i scratch his chest or back he starts to cough.
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“dude, how’s it going?”
“okay.”
“oh, well, alright… i was just calling to see how you’re doing..?”
“okay.”
“…”
“…”
“yeah, well, i figured we hadn’t spoken in a while and i was just calling to see how you’re doing.”
“yeah, i’m ok.”
“okaaaaay. um, i guess i’ll talk to you later then?”
“yeah.”
(sorry)
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Boy goes to school.
Boy meets girl.
Boy loses girl.
Boy buys a camera.
Boy likes sunsets and trees.
Boy burns photos.
Boy likes trees.
Boy likes silhouettes.
Boy meets girl.
Girl likes clouds behind the trees, and wonders why the pictures are so dark.
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