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color me blind
There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind. - So Long And Thanks for All the Fish by Douglas Adams |
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A female member of the homo sapiens species
(warm-blooded, omnivorous, currently alive) Diet includes walrus diarrhea, preserved portions of man-made worms cooked in boiling water and the outermost layer of flesh of eggs that have been incubated, raised, beheaded, plucked and fried in oil. Extremely unpredictable, high-five on sight. tagboard
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I sat up in my bed, looked out of the window. A piano plays noisily in the background, halting and hesitant, repeating the notes over and over. My eyes brush across my face, encased by the bars of the window, strong and solid before the fragile glass. Are these really the eyes of one who has given up on life? My gaze shifts to the background. Through the window, there is a badminton court, where a group of six youths are playing. I watch a teenager as he laughs and punches his friend in the shoulder. You will die, one day, I told him. I watch another as he runs off to retrieve the ball, skirting around the metal pole and leaping over the sidewalk onto the grass. You, too, will die one day. Their laughter rings loud in the silence. All of you will die. The lights in the badminton court shut off abruptly, leaving them in darkness. Just like that. And you're gone. Really, what exactly is the point of spending all this time and effort on yourself, studying or prettifying yourself or what-not. All you're going to be in the end is a cold, lifeless piece of meat. And you call me pessimistic, just for stating the truth. Ha. Ha. Ha. |