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I decided work on transforming my head into a radio.
The world could not understand at first, and was hard to try and get someone's attention without scaring them,
But then I finally fixed it so it would play the music I wanted and everyone loved me for who I was.
The flashing lights ringing sounds
confused the child for just as long as the parents needed
to be alone from him and pretend he wasn't there.
One little mole, a pest to our perfect yard with its rose bushes.
Had to go and ruin our plans and thus save the world.
Now we'll never win that contest.
Digging through the rubble of an old building on earth,
Spike found a completely intact store for little girls, tucked away, forgotten.
Regardless of the few things that would be normal (spills of glitter nail pollish and tattered little dresses)
He found himself nauseated and vomitting at how immensely and terribly the place had been desecrated.
There was graffiti, a breed of which he felt may have never even been socially acceptable for street slime,
And people had done the most wretched things they could try to think of to anything there was, especially dresses.
At the sight of how morbid someone could be to something so innocent, the grief of Earth being a deserted wasteland due to human faults finally hit him, and he made his way out of the catacombs to his space plane,
Sobbing and occasionally heaving as if to vomit again.
As he flew away headed back towards home on Mars, he was again overwhelmed with the grief that not only does such a miserable thing happen, but there is nothing he can do to stop it.
As he pulled off his dinosaur jammies and put on his suit,
The thirty year old man stuffed Rexie into his brief cased and set out for work.
As he pulled off his dinosaur jammies and put on his suit,
The thirty year old man put Rexie in his brief case and went to work.
No body knew what they were singing until it came time for the chorus.
It was that one tune that everyone knew, yet nobody really knew.
I almost stumbled skiing down that mountain which would have killed me.
But I can't let anything like that happen now.
Those men with the guns, the trailers following me, don't need me alive.
They only want my body.
The only fact that they don't know is that the important thing is inside me,
and they will never know how to get it out.
This one self obsessed douche thought that his time was so much more important, he ran over a girl on a bike.
Then all the other cars in the intersection drove into them both, because they were'nt paying attention either.
So many cars went into the pile up that they reached the moon, and when they got their, the survivors all got out saying: "we did it! we did it!", only to suffocate in the vacuum of space.
As he looked around, Gary realized that he could'nt see and could only feel concrete.
puzzled, he spent the next seven hours trying to figure a way out of the dark place.
Each hour brought a new idea that was sure to work, until he just gave up.
Then suddenly the lights turned on and he saw that he was in the middle of a street in a busy city,
so he stood up and walked on.
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