I posted this in the literature forum I'm obsessed with. The subject was "Write a Really Really Short Story in 50 Words or Less."
"I'm gonna build a really tall statue. A monument."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Because you're not an architect. Because you're broke. Because nobody cares."
"Shut up. It's my lifelong dream."
"I bet you just made it up now."
"So what if I did?"
"You're an idiot."
"It's gonna be Bob Saget."
Friday, February 17, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
a fond fairwell to a friend
As I sit in training for my job, I recall a dramatic moment between myself and a special somebody who was very close to me...
I was looking up and realized that a piece of my hair had come out and was floating in the air. I blew on it gently and it went up toward the ceiling.
Goodbye, friend. See you in the dust particles of this building.
I was looking up and realized that a piece of my hair had come out and was floating in the air. I blew on it gently and it went up toward the ceiling.
Goodbye, friend. See you in the dust particles of this building.
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