Thursday, November 20, 2008

Worlds Worlds
The alarm of my clock blared. It was 6 am. Moving with the agility of a sloth, I managed to swing my arm and hit the clock. Rolling up out of the warm covers of my bed, I sat hunched over, tired. My head snooped down in-between my arms, unable to rise from my drowsy state. After a few minutes went bye I raised my head, I took a deep breath and dragged my hand over my face, pulling on my eye lids to wake me up. With some effort I managed to stand, stretching, pulling my arms out side to side and yawned. The aroma of coffee lured me into my kitchen. My automated coffee pot never tired always making me coffee at 6 am, a true life saver, grabbing the handle of the coffee pot. I began to pour out the delicious substance, only to realize that I had no cup for the burning hot fluid in mid arch. I looked down and watched the coffee fall onto my feet and burn them. I set the pot on the counter in a dash, jumping up and down yelling “Shiitttt!!!!” I grabbed a towel and begun to wipe my feet. The skin of my feet red and sore, I was suddenly awake. I mopped up my spill with my rag. I reached for my favorite mug; it said on the side of it “I love New York.” I grabbed the treacherous pot of coffee and poured myself a warm cup of the brew. After letting the cup cool for a moment or too I drank till the cup was empty, I placed it on the counter.
Walking out of my kitchen, I opened the curtains in my pajamas to reveal the vast and huge city of Manhattan. I looked down the some 37 stories below me. The cars moved slowly and steadily like ants building a new home. The people walked, dodged and ran around doing whatever they had to do. Every morning at this site, since I moved here 17 years ago, behind my large glass window I had wondered what “reality” really was. I’m a college teacher at the Hunter College of Science and Technology, teaching theoretical quantum physics to those that wish for a course with little to no home work. After a few minutes of being a statue in front of my window, I decided to prepare for my day. It was 6:20 a.m. I walked into my open closet, grabbing a suit and a red power tie. After I dressed I went and grabbed another cup of coffee and drank it down till gone. It was 6: 30a.m and time to go to work.
Grabbing my brief case and my hat, I left, making sure I locked my room. Then I took the large elevator down to the lobby. Tina, the front desk manager, waved and I waved back in a polite manner. Then began the epic journey of the six block walk to the college, when I walk is the time I have the most brilliant ideas for class. According to quantum physics, the world that one see’s, or in this case reality, is really a reality of six billion people being run at once, while you have your own knowledge of what is going to happen each and every day of your life unconsciously. Yet you have consciously saying, no idea what is going to happen to you. This makes me question my perception of reality, and if what is around me is real or is made by me. But, I cannot let my mind wonder, for I will lose track of time; speaking of which, it is 7:00 am.
Turning into the door way of the college, I proceeded down a series of hallways to the open door of my large and empty room, as large as a coliseum, but with a crowd of only thirty. All my students were there early, as normal and prepared for class, although I do offer a weird topic, anyone that does take my class gets hooked for some reason almost instantly. “Today, class, we are going to continue our talk on reality.” They opened their note books and grabbed pencils. “So who here can tell me, what is reality?” They thought it over for a bit. No one spoke. They just sat there looking down and thinking.
A girl in the back with orange hair spoke. “Reality is our perception of the world through our senses and what we make of it.”
“Good” I said in agreement “But our instruments we use to see reality can be bent and broken by electricity to alter the information like that of a muscle spasm, thus how do we know what is real by our senses, anyone else?” A boy in the front spoke.
“Reality is what our mind tells is real” he said with confidence.
“Good, yet this basically the same as our senses. Because our mind uses what information it is given to read, to tell us what is around it, anyone else?” I asked. I really wanted to challenge them and see what I could get. Another student in the middle in a purple sweater spoke.
“It is not what reality is, it is, what is reality?”
“Right.” That was what I was looking for. “All of your answers where good but, this one is the most true of all. Because reality is a perception of the mind based on the five senses, but those five senses can be fiddled with. Thus you must not ask, “What is reality?” Because you can have a fogged view that will never clear, but what is the fogged vision.” They began thinking and thinking, questioning there reality and there world around them. I knew it was working because out of such a small class, no one was playing or tipping in their chairs trying to pass the time. This was the most provoking question with no straight answer that had been gnawing at me for 24 years. I let the question seep in. A student then spoke from the middle, “If reality is reality, but then we ask what reality is how, do we know what is real?”
I smirked as I had stumbled across the same exact question myself, “We simply don’t know what is real, because we can’t classify what is real and not real, because to our mind, if a nerve tell us it is there then it is there.”
The class thought more. One student began writing something. I sat for a minute and let her finish what she was writing. “Because we don’t know what is real, but we have a sense of what reality and real are, I ask you, what do you know about reality? I would like at least some thought on the paper with no limit attached, but if you only write a paragraph it better be the best writing of your life.” With that I sat at my desk where a news paper sat. “Oh right, you’re all dismissed.” I opened the news paper to the comics. Laughing at a few of them, I had noticed that a student had stepped next to me. “Can I help you?” I asked him.
“Yes, I was wondering if there is anything more you knew about reality. That I don’t.”
“Well…” I said leaning my chair back, only to lose my balance and fly backwards slamming my head on the wall. An alarm clock sounded. Again moving with the power of a sloth I hit my alarm clock. My hand had simply gone through the clock; I tried to hit it again to see if I missed, again nothing. Turning my head over, still wrapped up in the covers, I faced it. It was see-through. The clock’s blocky shape was out lined by white lines. My hand sat in the middle of it, as the numbers of the clock changed to 6:01 am. Screaming in a panic, I rolled out of my bed. My floor was see-through. Looking down I could see my nude female neighbor in the shower. I looked back up at my apartment. Everything was messed up, all in wire. Every wall was transparent; as the sun is bright. The city and the world around me were completely exposed to my sight.
“Sir! Are you ok?” the student asked me. Realizing that everything that had happened. I was sitting on the floor with my back to the wall. I snapped back in to reality. “What- oh right sorry, umm, I m fine, I would have to say that I know just as much as you.” At the same time questioning what had just happened, as I stood up.
“Ok, thank you, you are alright, right?”
“Yes, thank you.”
The student turned and left the room, unsatisfied. I exhaled deeply, thinking of what had just happened. Was that real? Or was it dream? I reached back and touched the back of my skull where my head had hit the wall. I could feel a small amount of pain and a bruise. I just sat in awe for about forty minutes. Letting the past few moments wash over me, I grabbed my brief case and turned, leaving the class room. I walked back through the mazes of hallways onto the outside campus. A student of mine was on a tall statue about to jump off. Noticing this, I ran at him yelling, “What are you doing?!” He paused to look at me.
“I’m seeing what reality is.” He said calmly with his arms out wide. He jumped off the thirty foot statue. I ran to grab him before he hit the ground. I caught him in my arms. He knocked me onto the concrete ground, banging my head. The alarm clocked sounded. I reached out expecting another fiasco. My hand hit the clock, and the alarm stopped. I jumped out of bed and looked down for my neighbor. The floor was solid, my walls where solid. The world was blocked out. Walking around in my apartment curiously, looking for anything out of the norm. Slipping on some coffee on the floor of my apartment I fell backwards banging my head on the counter.
I awoke inside some sort of chamber filled with some kind of fluid and a gasmask on my face. The floor was a shinny white, smooth and seamless. There was some sort of console in front of the tube where a person was pressing buttons. Hundreds of screens of information flew by in seconds. A couple screens had body diagrams on them, the screen began to flash red, displaying awake. The being turned around and faced me. It yelled out in some sort of language that sounded like Japanese. Two armored troops walked in. One of them pulled out a needle and stuck in a tube. The fluids poured into the fluid around me. Dark green strands danced around, and the world around me faded.
Sirens blared in the background. A medic was standing over me, pressing on my chest. “He is wake and alive, get me some bandages!” he yelled. He grabbed my head, lifted it, and began to wrap gauze around my skull. There was a puddle of blood around me and the statue was to my left. The student was hunched over beside me holding my arm. He was screaming. My eyes began to drift again into darkness. The white room was back when I opened my eyes. This time the lights where off and the screens of the console where gliding along the track at a slow pace. Light lit the tube and the fluid around me. I felt light like a feather. I want out this time. I leaned back only to realize, I was about one fourth my normal size. My body was small and fat. My hands looked like a two year old baby’s hands. I moved them around a bit. It still felt the same as my hands. I swung myself forward and punched the glass. A little thud sounded. The console began displaying red flashing screens again. The door slid open and the lights blinked on. It was a woman. She looked exactly the same as my mother. She pressed a button on the side of the tank. The lid opened. She reached in and grabbed me out of the thick fluid. She placed me in a towel, wrapping me up carefully, removing my gasmask. I scream out in fear. “shhhhssssss” she said just as soft as my mom. I relaxed. “Who are you?!” I said. I realized that my voice was extremely high pitched and sounded like a two year old. “I’m your mom silly,” She said nicely shaking me in her arms. I sat in her arms confused. Another woman walked into the room.
“What are you doing!?” she said in a near panic.
“I m holding my baby because he woke up,” She replied calmly. The women walked over to the console and looked at a progress bar.
“He is only 38% done being educated; you must place him back now.” She said angrily.
The lady holding me placed my gas mask back on me and kissed me on the forehead. “Good night my child,” she said, placing me in the vat of liquid. The women, yelling at my mom, injected the same fluid as before in my tube. The world, again, faded to black as Dark green strands walked around me.
My eyes opened to a hospital bed. I looked at myself back in my normal body. My head was covered in bloody bandages. A nurse asleep in a chair next to me woke up. “Hello…” I said. She breathed in quickly and looked around alert.
“Oh, hi.” She said. She then grabbed a piece of paper and a clip board. “Mind if I ask you some questions?”
“At this point in my life, just a little,” I said “But by all means then go ahead.”
“Who are you?”
“John Harris the second.” She scribbled on the piece of paper.
“What is your occupation?”
“I’m a teacher at the Hunter School of Science and Tech.”
“Ok, last one…How old are you?”
“I’m 38 years old…I think…”
“You think?” She said out of interest.
“Yes.”
“Well, it could be because of your head injury but, I want a physiatrist to look at you and evaluate you and your progress…” The nurse left the room with grace and the door closed, and I thought and thought, I m 38, I repeated…or am I...?

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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

   Another story i made, read at will.

I wish to tell you a story of a teenager, first though we must travel four hundred years into the future. I wish to take you to a place, a world that is covered in urban construction, white smooth buildings clear glass blue glass computers. Now I wish to take you down to a school. Now I wish to give you insight on your teenager, Maxiumus is his name; Maxiumus was never given a last name. How I know his name? Well I was there with him right at his waste tied to him every day of his life providing a cutting edge to his world. Maxiumus was a quite boy, did well in school had high grades, always listened to his parents, always tried to help others, always tried to give back then take. Maxiumus although he was lonely in life did meet a girl. This had made him very happy. His world lit up at the thought of a girl friend, someone to be with, someone to care and protect.
Maxiumus had much time on his hands, he preformed martial arts, worked out often, painted, played with guns, computers, metals and much more. Maxiumus was offered to go to a more advance school where he would be graduating college when he was 11, but he had turned down the offer for he had more emotional attachment to his friends then he cared to show. Maxiumus was a perfect being, but he gave to much one time. The girl he had met he felt very comfortable with, he had never felt the way he had with any other girl he had been with. Maxiumus told her of his abilities to try to impress her and she told him of herself so he could learn about her. This was Maxiumus’s grandest experiment in his life with no happy ending. Time went by and the happier and happier Maxiumus became with his girl friend. She could easily tame him with her blue eyes one glance was all it took to gain his attention. Maxiumus did not mind how much time he wasted with her he only cared to be with her.
Maxiumus slowly, put off school, his work, his parents, all for the girl. His world began to shift. Maxiumus had let the girl under every plate of emotional armor he had, just to let her know he cared. He did not fear her nor did he fear her leaving him. The world was perfect or so it had seemed. As stress built up from Maxiumus’s family and school and work he began to become unable to bare it. The very girl he had fallen in love with so madly had been taken away by her parents because she was caught smoking in the bathroom. Maxiumus had ever piece of himself stripped. His armor was torn and had no shelter. One day in his room he sat, he wrote on a crystal clear laptop, screens flew by and words where being typed in. Maxiumus had written a small poem, “I’m stone, I m Metal, I’m a soldier, I’m quite, I’m the silent wave of destruction, I’m the guardian, the warrior, I’m the soldier, and I’m diamond…” and so on went the poem for many lines. Maxiumus had gone to his father’s lab that night to work with all the chemicals his father had owned. He mixed and matched the rainbow colored fluids in the tubes and lead boxes in the white lit lab. The white tile shined as he pressed keys on his glass laptop. Maxiumus had made an alloy composite armor and blade with his father’s liquid metals and chemicals.
The following fall morning had set in, cold and saddened. Maxiumus had awake to his suit of armor sitting on the rack in front of him. The silver metal shined without a scratch as it was harder then lead but lighter then carbon fiber. With a completely smooth surface the armor held an un-earthly look. Maxiumus got ready for his day, placing his armor on and his tan trench coat over the armor to hide it. He tied his faithful blade to his waste, a long 24inch black blade in its sheath. He grabbed his gas mask and stuffed it in his bag and his helmet. Maxiumus thought of his girl friend as he took a deep breath in front of the mirror closed his eyes and left for the bus.
He told the bus driver that the blade was an artifact for a history presentation, which was half true, he did have a history presentation that day, but he did not do his work. At school Maxiumus entered and headed straight for the bathroom. Down a long hallway lined with white stainless steel lockers and perfectly smooth white floors and roofing to top it off. Maxiumus opened the door to the bathroom, to get ready for what would soon to become the most depressing day in the world for Maxiumus. He dropped his bag by the sink, looked in the mirror and breathed. Maxiumus was not gripped by rage, because of stress; he was gripped by energy and temptation, impulse without second thought. Maxiumus reached for his helmet and his gas mask. He placed them on without hesitation. He looked in the mirror again. He looked like he caused fear and that is what he wanted. He left the bathroom without his bag he gripped his knife and looked down at all the students in the hallway. One paused to look at him. He turned with his gas mask and black helmet and his tan trench coat. “You ok?” the boy asked. Maxiumus had looked at him for a second… quite… and then unsheathed his blade. The boy took a couple steps back. Max had slashed and stabbed the boy; blood flew across the floors, his coat, his helmet, his mask. The boy screamed, but was hacked to death. The other students ran and screamed. Max chased them like bunnies run from wolfs. He hacked and slashed hundreds of students. Society had bent the best and the best had bent society.
Maxiumus had come to the elementary school section. Two armored military combat suits stood in the way, loaded to the teeth with mini guns missiles and bulky armor of the Nightmare suits. The head of a suit turned to face him. “Stop” it yelled. Max did not fear death. He charged the suits. The second one had ripped open fire at Max, but the bullets merely rounded off as his armor had a positive magnetic field that Max did not mean to make. The other suit opened fire.
The bullets merely clouded Max’s vision, but he ran true. His blood stained coat ripped in the force and friction of the bullets. Max had gotten close enough to use his knife. He first cut the leg power lines on the mech’s and waited. The two suits fell to the ground and the pilots ejected out. Max ran after them and hacked them to a bloody mess. Max turned around to see his girl friend standing in the hall. He raised his blade, but halted.
Frozen by some unknown reason to him, his girl friend walked towards him. She un-blinking, none fearing approached the beast Maxiumus had become. She grabbed his blood covered hand wielding the knife, Maxiumus hand had relaxed instantly and the knife fell to the blood soaked slick white floor. She brought his arm down to her side. Maxiumus became confused. She unhooked his helmet. Sounds of mechs could be heard in the hallways nearby. Maxiumus did not pay attention to them, the world had faded away and all that remained was his girl friend. She grabbed his blood soaked gas mask and pulled it off his face. Maxiumus’s eyes wondered to her hands and noticed that they were covered in the blood he had spilt. She placed her hand on the back of Maxiumus’s head and leaned it in. Max focused on her blue eyes trapping him in. Maxiumus had kissed his girl friend for the first time, and the last time.
A bullet rounded into Maxiumus spine penetrating his armor. He did not stop kissing the girl. His eyes closed. He felt the blood ripple up inside him. He let her go falling to the floor, the world vanishing and fading into blackness with his girl friend as his last sight and her tears in her eyes. One tear ran down her cheek as Maxiumus closed his eyes for the last time, her rosy cheeks.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

   The conclusion to the world
The world is what you call humor, if you cant find anything funny then your boring. If you can find anything nice then your not alive, if you cant do anything in the power of good, your not evil, your dead. The world is yin and yang good and evil, but evil can do good, good can do bad the line is shadey ever disicion has both bad and good. Helping a hobo, it is good, but the bad is that he is going to use that to buy beer or something and damage himself. you did good but indirectly preformed bad, but what ever you dont stop helping it is what the world needs. Just make chooices that maximise good and minimise bad, as for the casulties and angels we all fall some times. Now weild your firey sword and make a chooice, a answer.
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Friday, November 14, 2008

Wars, battles, heros, villians
Man fought over a little blue world in the middle of space. They named it and fought on it. There rage limited to the land scape. Then they set there eyes to the universe. Humans had expanded across the universe on a march. I m Syi of the Sevins. Our empire's might was only matched by our courage in battle, but that was many years ago. Now we are known as a rebellion in the Human empire. Bullets pounded the old rusty scratched steal door. Dent after dent errupted from the door. Its hinges shook and tan concreat drop dust. The light flickered in the bunker. Swif get the door. Swif ran to the side of the door as it blew off it's hinges flying into the wall behind it. The door bent and screached as it smashed into the wall. The dust flew into the cool air breeze to reveal a giant. Its armor was large and blucky painted a jet black with a white lining. The helmit was scared and damaged. "Marines!" Swif yelled. The giant turned and swung his arm into Swif smashing him into the wall. I leveled my raski rifle and let fly the ionised heated air into the the marine. The human ignored the pain as Swifs head was crushed in between the wall and the blucky gauntlet of the marine. A lound snap sounded and purple blood flew along the wall where Swifs head was. I reloaded and ran at the Human. Another marine entered the door. Roc was ready this time. He unwarpped the mini stunter turet from a old war machine. It fired 200 caliber shells that tore through the marines armor like a hot knife in butter. Red blood poored out and a deep scream sounded as the one marine was turned into swiss cheese. The human i was shooting at turned around grabbing his stub pistol. The Human fired one shot and it ranged though rocs neck. The fins on my head stood up in shock. My scales pressed close to my body and i took off. Through some corridors and into another bunker where three fell rebles sat. I closed the door quitely not to arouse attention from the marines. "there here" i said. The fellow rebles grabbed there gear. Bill a human on our side for our cause grabbed some goggels. He placed them on his head. "What are you planning?" i asked. "You didnt know? we never back down from a fight." the door sounded with slamming again. Bill placed his goggels on his eyes and grabbed his rilfe. Shawn another human reached for the door. I leveled my rilfe. The door flew open and all was heard was the roar of heros...
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

   IF
if it is not fear the compells you to act, if it is not courage that compells you to act, if it is not a emotion that compells you to act, then you do act at all. You sit, watch and observe the world go by. It's spinning cycles gaing speed as you do try to intergrate your self. You sit on the side lines and do not enjoy the world. You sit, as dead...If you do not fear death,it is because you are dead. You just havent caught on that you have did in all emotions. That the light has faded and the darkness has swept into grab you for there own. You stay dead locked, dead...you are the slient emotionless dead. Now wake up.
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Monday, November 10, 2008

RAWR!
We charge in the name of a king who fights beside us. We fight the night away with our shining swords. Our golden helmets our red capes. Our cascading might not checked, not monitored not hualted for anything, anyone. We slash at the darkness to kill the cowardly beast that lays in it. Blood will fly, swords will swing. In the end, some may fall, fall harder then others. Die. Vanish off the face of the Earth. Spartans, are the ultimate symbol of this. You need not musscles, strength, just shear will. The will to carry forth your promise. To hold strong your feelings. To fight for someone else. I m a spartan. I may not have abbs of steel, arms of the hulk. Legs scrulpted by gods. What i do have is heart. Will. And courage to carry forth any task laid in my path. I will fight with the strength of 10,000 soldiers. The heart of a god. The defience of Sparta. It is better to live one day as a predator then one million years as prey. If you have this feeling in life then you live life happily and to the fullest. If not, dont turn to the darkness to die your fear and lash out at the wondering peasents. For we will come, With torches, sheilds, spears and swords to draw you out. Together we stand seperate we fall. Quite we die, Loud we stand. Yell out right now! for the world to hear! yell the words I SHALL NOT BE QUITE, NO, I SHALL NOT VANISH INTO THE NIGHT, I SHALL NOT AGREE WITH WHAT IS AROUND ME BECAUSE I M AFRIAD. IM NOT A AFRAID, LIFE HOLDS FRUIT NOT TART! yell for the sake of being herd. Yell just yell. Get out your feelings and weild them like a sword that could split a atom. Use them to perice the skin of a evil dragon. Use your weapon, your body, your soul, your self, use your self to remain stead fast. Fight, Win, Hold peace, Celebrate and carrying to the next day till the end of time it self.
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Sunday, November 9, 2008

   Good/bad
You can travel to the end of the world for a person. Fight a million to one odds. Defeat the laws of phyics and jump that extra foot. All for one you love. But all chooices have a yin and yang. You are with the one you love, you go and hang out have fun. You take her home, but she has mean parents. She trys to sneak back in her home, but realises her dad is awake. You are then faced with a chooice. Leave her, dodge the trouble and watch her suffer greatly, or, take have her with you and be happy and then take her some where safe. Lets say you take her. She spends the night at your house, her parents report her missing the fallowing morning and you have to deal with the cops in the end. You almost get arrested for trying to protect the one you love from her harmful lying parents. You sit in the meeting and listin to each one as they lie about how the cared and missed her. There hallow words deck you like a sluge hammer to a brick wall. You here them speak of the childhood of being beaten and when they say this, they stair into there daughters eyes. You look upon the mother slient and stairing. The father lying and making many pauses in his speach. The cop who sits at the table trying to understand the situation. Kind and respectable. The step mother leasiurly sitting in a chair and lying to protect the dad. Then you speak. You tell how you thought it would be better that you be with the one you love in a warm safe place then leaving her in the cold dark world. Her father stairs at you like he is about to pull out a pistol and shoot you in the skull. You stair back into his eyes fearless and he glances away like a coward. The meeting is over and you know for a time being that your loved one was not hit or beaten because a cop was there. You where there. You leave with the cop and stop out side there house to ask him for advice. You explain to him what had happened and how you felt stuck because you are to kind to leave your love to face the wrath of her parents. He says that if she steps forth he can help, but other wise he cant do nothing and the way you helped will just get you thrown in jail. You look back at your actions. Your chooice came down to this. Leave her, she is beaten, take her, you and her have fun enjoy the night and then she makes it to a friends. You picked the second one, but it went down hill....if you where this person what chooice would you make?
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Friday, November 7, 2008

   For all the cowards out there
If you know you live life in fear. If you see life as a path that is blocked because you are afraid to step forth and ask upon a question to satisfiy your needs. Then stop. Think. Wonder if the way you live is right. Life is better as a river. Where water softer then anything will flow over rock and fall at great heights and continue. But if you live with fear. Live with a cowardance that you can not step upon because you dont want to hurt someone. Then you are a leaf upon the water. Unsetteled by the wind. Rippling the pond. Waving the water. If you have fear, because of someone, something then you must sink. Plumt down to the bottom under the water. Become sad, depressed and darkened. Be warry for it is hard to relight the spark of light. To enlighten your world. To rise back from the depths of a river out of the shadows into the light. Then to settle along the fellow people and smile as you go down the waterfall. Fearless.
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Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Hello
Life is a treaterious place. A valley of pins and needles. Cliffs and lakes. Lifes path must journey through. Carry on wards through the depths of hell its self. To turn towards the light and the heavens above. One must fight and fear. Flee and be a couragious warrior. Love is a war that one can not win or lose. Love is ones commit to the end. To the heavens and beyond till the end over and back again. Love is life not a emotion.
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Sunday, November 2, 2008

   Hello
Love has a funny way of showing it self. It could be a smile, A hug, A nudge,A poke or even a kiss or better. For those of us out of the halloween sprit. Love is in the air and the horrors of halloween are gone.
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