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The drive home, the rehearsal is over. Its dark and foggy. Nothing is seen. So many opportunities. So many choices. So many options. Four way. Take a left, go straight, take a right. Three choices. Straight leads to a highway, a few years ago, there was a major wreck there. Pile ups, fire, destruction. Left leeds to a seedy underbelly of the area. Shootings, stabbings, broken homes, broken families, broken lives, failing school. Right leads home, a fire truck crashed there. Killed a few men. I take a right. Its dark and foggy. I see a tree, another tree, and another tree. Each option looks great. I see a gas station, a church, a house. So man

This isn't lyrical. This is more than spiritual. The way you take words is essential. You can take it as an insult. So you can go and sulk. You can take it as a complement. You'll feel more power than parliament. We hear words every day. We use them in every way. The change with location. Especially in this great nation. From the cold white north. To the ol' dirty south. We learn our words from the street with puppets. And ain't it sad that most conflicts end with caskets? We have the power to change with our voice. We could make the world rejoice! But it might be in a time that none of us will see.

Harry Potter and Twilight. Both Cash Cows. Nowadays, fiction stories for young adults are consistent of wizards, werewolves, and 18 year olds falling in love with vampires who age could be expressed in scientififc notation. Long gone are the days of Steinbeck, Vonnegut, Orwell, and Sinclair. Back when fiction was less about fictionalized creepy love and more about showing work as aw riter by having the ability to give an opinon on a subject rather it be scathing or estimable. It's doubtfult hat Twilight will ever have such a historical signifigance taht it makes a government corporation. Unless we use taxpayer money to fund the V.W.W.C.F. oth

When some people sit in the dark they see things. They think it's some kind of metaphorical type of "The mystery that sits within the dark is something that can only be shown by the light of pureness." All I see is...fuck it's dark. We need some goddamn light bulbs in this fucking house. I can't see shit. Not a fucking thing. Or better yet when people are outside and are like "The darkness represents the journey ahead of me. I cannot see what is in the forthcoming future, I cannot see the things that will be ahead of me, all I can do is try to be prepared." Once again, all I see is darkness. Nothing metaphorical. Nothing dumb. Just. Fucking.

The nice guy rant. You've either heard it, thought it, but never said it. We've heard all the excuses. "He's really sweet." Yet he treats you like shit. "He can be really nice at time." Yet every time you talk about him he's done something that again proves the first point. And we get to hear about how bad he was, how much of a dick he was, and you digging through your skull to figure out why he dumped you. When we already know. Because he's either already got inside you and he no longer wants the same thing all over again; or he can't find a way to get inside you, so he quit, gave up, and went on to try out his next conquest. But we do

There sits a pile of magazines. He was meaning to use them, but he never has. Just simple tableture. He doesn't even play guitar let alone know how to read music. On top of the magazines lay a phone, a carabeaner with a dead animal foot, and some other shit. That's all it is. Shit. Nothing too important. Just shit. Two bottles of powerade, one empty. Why? Why buy two but not one? Because of the deal? Or some other hidden meanings? Maybe he's just looking far in to depth with this. Kinda dumb. Moving on. The girl he is in love with keeps texting him. He wants to say the things he doesn't know how to say. She doesn't know he

My life. I've fought for life I've gone through hell and high water Without any waders No matter what stones are thrown at me I stand tall and keep walking After the pain After the sadness After the sorrow No one person or nothing can stop me Those who oppose me Think they can break me I simply challenge them to do their worse. Those who accept me Are accepted to me I care for those who care for me All my friends are family I would fight for my friends I hope they would fight for me I have learned that many things I have learned to cope To obtain closure without sight To obtain courage when needed To obtain hope in the