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He picked up the flattened tire that was covering the object he so dearly coveted. Upon the removal of the tire, he realized that his mind had just been playing tricks on him. His goal to find food in this... junkyard... had been an unsuccessful journey. "Now what," he thought, "there's absolutely no food here and i have no idea where i am anyway".
Materials are important. They define some people, but they also make life a more enjoyable place. Sometimes materials can make things bad. But mostly they're awesome.
I am certain of few things, but somewhat certain of many. I am positive about little, but semi positive about a lot. There are not many things in this world that people can be certain of, but that's where all the fun lies, isn't it? that being said, I'm certain today will be a good day.
"Helping yourself to seconds, I see?", His mom said, eyeing his plate suspiciously. It was the first time he'd taken seconds of a dish in months, and she knew that something had to be up. Could it just be that her cooking had gotten better and that she was being paranoid? Possibly, but doubtful. "Um... I'm.. just hungry" he stammered out, before rushing upstairs with the extra plate of food.
Who decides what's average and what's not average? I mean, shouldn't average be more of a subjective thing that people decide about themselves? why are there standards that must be met in order to be considered "average" or "above average"? Shouldn't you just be able to be you and that be enough? it should be like that, but unfortunately society isn't set up to function that way.
People. Whether they're black or white, big or small, have the potential to be lousy. This is what makes for such inherently depressing lifestyle choices. You expect the worst from people, leading to choices that may not be the best for the situation.
Dear Reader,
I am writing to inform you that your world is completely screwed. The people that you care about most will lie to you, the people you trust the least will be your beacon of light at the end of the tunnel, and all the work that you have set aside to do will never get done. These are the facts of life. Know them, love them, live them.
Later on.
I remember when there were simpler days. Days when people didn't fight over the silliest shit. Days where there wasn't all this commotion over who's different and who's exactly normal, the way the media sells normal. Not like, sit at home and relax normal, but coked out in a bathroom stall normal that seems to be the norm anymore.
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