I’d hate to wake up to find you don’t exist, that only in my dreams we kiss – if so, I hope to find you again, some night, in my rolodex of dream-realities, so I can bring you back to this, the conscious dream.
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Category: Short little stories
The cool kids
The cool kids knew how to fit in, it was easy for them to be like the other thems. Not as easy for those who didn’t comprehend the act of mimicking others would turn you out and provide instant friends. Mis-fit is a word that at first sounds harsh, and those who did not were certainly treated as such. What is wrong with him or her, they don’t get along – why can’t they just lipsynch with the others to that same song? We were searching for more, there must be, was nobody with Columbus when he sailed the sea? Tell me more about the Iroquois – were they really so savage? I’d like to see more fine examples of a night’s ice-berg damage. Anyways, I digress, this isn’t about me, I wanted to be a them but now I see they share a path together and it’s probably better to be more like the better me.
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43 years and that’s a hat-tip
Walked past a mirror, fixed and tipped my hat, watched my hands for the first time – 43 years and that’s the meaning of a hat-tip.
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The place where money has no value
There is a place where your money has no value. This place exists in purity, mother nature’s maturity. Waiving a dollar won’t get you far, it won’t buy you a drink or befall you a star. Someone might stop and say, “That’s cool, where did you get that thang.” Better off to make hat for a simple cat, or have you not leanred? Maybe you’ve forgotten – in this place being genuine is worth more than to offer a slice of died-up rotten cotten.
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What if you chose not to know
There was a traveling man who met a spirit. The spirit advised the man that he, the spirit, had the power to provide the man with the knowledge of exactly how much more time was remaining in the mans life. The man could choose to acquire this knowledge, but therein was the quandary. The man was a procrastinator by nature, putting off this and that because it can just be done tomorrow. Oh, the man had many faults and flaws, but one of his best attributes was the ability to recognize his own faults. Translation: the man Knew that if he was made aware of the time of his last day to live, if there were “enough” days left, he would simply put off “living every day as if it were your last” – until one day it would be his last day. The man’s life unraveled right before his eyes, he was conscious of time, for the first time.
It should be noted: When you’re smart enough to at least recognize your own faults, you are able to mitigate or navigate through them in order to ensure the accomplishment of the task.
The man thanked the spirit graciously, though declined to know the time of his death. Instead the man promised himself he would live in truth, make the most of his time, and live everyday as if it were his last.
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The wayback machine
The way back machine is our digital custodian of records, and to whom are the keys to our castle entrusted with. And to whom does one answer to should they destroy or alter these records. The last bastion of proof, my bit after all be truth.
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