upon completion i found sheer spectrality.

I am the ediferous conifer box.

Indifferent to the everday schemes of

the overbot.

The boss i call "hero" to save myself

the time of misery. Its a lie and i

know it.

I can't stand kitchens. or bosses. Why

do they always irk me? Why does it

always disgust me that they irk me.

//


tell me world, i want you to think of

this and tell me truly. I want you to

remember, can you remember what it

looks like to look in the mirror. Can

you, imagine, imagine with em if you

will, tripping out and tpying about it

as you felt and OOB comingon.

hah!



win that, inversal anomita.ns. Notng

bit the ultra bright glow of my

overpowerd laptop reaches my eyes,

thus givng me nothing but darkness or

blindness. It is a bleak enbirnoment

to live in. The endless flow of

traffic on the nearby highway streams

through the window or rumbles inside

the poor insulation.

And i straighten up. I am in a foreign

place, i realize, i am not where i can

feel at home. The buzz leaves me. Its

not as willful as i would imagine,

perhaps too planty and not enough

personly. ah well. this is only the

mail room.

IAnd, you can only imagine what the

mailroom is like. It sure is boring

here. I get paid al ot though.

Just a willfil slave of the mahien.

The poor soldier of the apoacoluyps.e

I'm te the part of the whole that hs

choicel the most most awful par tof

all siley because of the power of

death; ' i am the one who can choose

death for myself.

and it shocks and awes mine other

selves. and i exit through teh top fo

my ehad.


agh!





ahgghAghaghahghaghghghgh!



/[[ass out/



/////sad;lfpk;nf ,dvxurghhhhh!



hehe urgh awakened me. i told you, teh

trog caveman side of you can wake you

out of your slumber, somehow. its

weird.

if you can remember what it looks like

to look in the mirror, all of youl

every detail, that mole there or that

wackyness in your pupil pattern that

you notice, from every angle, do you

know yourself?

Would you recognize yourself in a

picture? Right away?

Well would you?

The caveman does. the caveman, that

you classicaly know, had one common

trait with us modern day humans.

Friendship.

and war.

they looked at eachother as different,

but they could not decide which way to

progress.

towards friendship or war.

so they evolved. To see if a change

would occur.

lol!

you watched me poop words.

poop!

LOL ah man, steam punk dinosaurs. LOL!

t-rex with some wacky 1880's steam

powered rocket pack and giant robot

shoulder mounted rocket launchers.

That would, in lack of any better

phrase, short me of my breath and

heartbeat upon sight of it.

If now, even upon being seized with

nonclemanture of the mind, the higness

of my red baronship of the smoky

mountains, i can just see looking up,

looking out the window, seeing this

giant robot dinosaur with way old

silly looking parts threatening, say,

the grocery i was stealing candy from

(lol), and yeah.

i would stop dead in my tracks.

and probably give a quick second to

think of something as witty as i could

feel alright about yelling.

And then bellow it to a more than

likely parade of no onlookers as i

fight a robot king of lizards and win;

and realize i can't ever tell anyon

without knowing i'll sound like a

complete loony.

ah well.


life as a ninja couldn't be any worse.

good thing i just work in a mail room.

giving people their socially

nutritious mail.

siighy. save that government stipend

for time, try and spend it on a way

oout of this giant gamble.

thats the way i see it.

see, the only people who would treat

life as a giant game would be

inventors, the lead inventors control

everything and in short, empired a

caste system that enabled a game of

chance amongst properly enriched peers

to play with fairness. They bet on

people, and of course with a means of

controlling some fashoin of control

over the environment, via a spectrum

of radio waves that affect certain

parts of nature, they try to empower

their lead over chance in the game.

Because the best cheaters always win,

and the best cheaters are people who

find new ways to do things.

And thats what inventors do. They are

totally progressive, so to say, they

are there to help you step to the side

to avoid a perilous encounter that may

threaten your enhancement.

So yeah. How aweful would that be?

Crazy britishly humored inventors

taking over the world and using it as

a super betting game. Aliens come here

and get it on the action. So do

super-spectral beings from time to

time.

not too many people know bout them.

the dead.

heh.