ericpurcell91
Little squiggly legged beings float around, insentient and happy. They bump off one another, and are carried by the current of the ocean, or the wind. They are free and beautiful. Not so different than humanity, perhaps we are just a speck in the wind, a dot in the ocean. Perhaps.
My bones grow weak, my muscles putty. I've lost my youth, swirling away from me, intangible but everything to my quality of life. Can't wait to die.
They're bendy. They can clip stuff together, like paper. They can be used to store hard copied of the electronic adult files on your computer. 1's and 0's aren't adult pictures but 1's and 0's are better than nothing.
I looked into David's cubicle. Unoccupied. I went to his desk, opened the drawer and tooks his paperclips. Then I added to the ball, it was about three pounds of paper clip at this point. Soon, it would be large enough to start my plans for world domination.
When the sirens rang, I was optimistic. When the fires burned, I was optimistic. They repossessed my house but I was optimistic. They took my wife and children, god damn why was I optimistic. The country degraded into madness and insanity but at least I was optimistic.
Concentrated force explodes from a cylinder, created by man for reasons unknown. Now it is used for the most awful of purpose; to take life away. Why must there be something that inflicts the polar opposite of the most beautiful of the human experience upon us? Greed? Selfishness? Anger? No reason is good enough.
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