Sunday, December 12, 2004

   Car trouble... and new news...

Well... I've broken into the TOP 500 list... again! Been there once before, but hey... it really doesn't matter. #493 at the moment. *shrugs* I guess I should thank everyone who visits me so often eh?... SO... THANKS! ( and Thanks again! to some of ya ;P ) Another problem arose today as I was heading home from work. I stopped to get some gas in my car so I would have some for the rest of the week and after I filled up... my car wouldn't start again. So... I decided to take a look at it... and FUCK!!! I finally found the problem with the damn thing! The "head-gasket" is busted! Which means my engine isn't receiving the oil and anti-freeze/coolant that it needs to work properly. *shakes head and smacks face in disgust* Now I have to use my internet bill money for something else! Just when I thought things might go my way for once... where do I end up? Back in the shithole! It's not a major problem, BUT it may cause major problems. At least I don't live too far from work. SO... technically I could walk if I needed to. Can't wait till Tuesday... I will so need that day off... -_- Lightning Bugs A barren field with a single tree Stretches into the distance as the sun sets A young boy lies complacently underneath it Watching the clouds go by as it grows dark The sounds of summer fill the air As lightning bugs take flight in the night Little does this boy know... it's winter And he is only living in a dream world The flickers of lights darting around and around Only represent the memories in his mind The boy then begins to cry As he snatches one from the sky A small glow of red escapes his palm As he slowly opens his hand to expose the creature So brittle, so feeble the insect seems So small, so insignificant as it crawls around in vain This little red bug, holds the worst secret of all For all the others are yellow and glow with life The boy thinks... if he set it free, would he be too? Free from the guilt, the pain, and the suffering The boy instead pulls out a small cage A little prison for his new captive As he tosses it in, he locks the cage This one shall never get out again he tells himself Then from the other pocket he pulls a gun Within it lies a single bullet meant for requiem He sighs a heavy sigh as the barrel slides into his mouth As a shot rings out... the field glows bright All the bugs in the sky now illuminate the night As pieces of a cage scatter and the boy resheathes his pistol

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