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Yesterday while sitting in a coffee shop with Marie (instead of attending school…), our day must have slipped on a banana peel, because the oddest of odds occurred. An older man with hair down to his ribs glanced at the two of us through the window… and tripped on the concrete. How could we not laugh. So the man comes into the coffee shop, to tell us what fine young ladies we are, and he couldn’t help but to come tell us how great it was to see two pretty girls sitting there. He then went on asking if we knew who the band ‘Steppenwolf’ was. We nodded, yes sir! They sing the songs ‘Born To Be Wild’ as well as ‘Magic Carpet Ride’. But we still thought this guy was pretty sketch. “Well I am Goldy McJohn! The keyboardist of Steppenwolf. It may sem weird to see me walking around here, but Goldy’s gotta live somewhere huh?! Might as well be Seattle!” We just laughed and said deuces as he exited our hooky spot. Before he was even out the door though, we were Googling his name. Sure enough this man was very popular on Google and everywhere else on the World Wide Web. CRAZY! We were laughing so hard, I was about to pee my pants… and I had only taken one sip of my coffee at that point. Pure happiness. Anyways, the dude walked past our window spot a while later and I chased him down the street asking for a picture. He replied with a ‘yes’ before I could even finish my request. He then proceeded to take Marie and I on a walk down memory lane as he reminisced of his glory days. He was such an interesting fellow. 

There is no telling of what my day will turn out like. Ever. It’s like taking a bite out of a donut, and realizing there is that white cream stuff on the inside. Weather I like it or not, I will never know what the center of my donut tastes like untill I take a bite.

(Jelly filling is better though)

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Landing. Hard on the ground. As my skin skids across the cold concrete, and my bones snap easier than a kitkat. My blood rushing forth towards the direction of my fall, then crash. After the backfire Everything halts. All is still. Silent. As the churning of thoughts in my head grant me rest with a blanket of darkness. Stale blood leaks from my weakened exhaustion and penetration.  My body has taken its position of a most natural fall. my soul escapes its walls of my skin. Its damp walls of tears and pure blackness. Endless empty echoes. Yes. My soul has escaped, and taken its first breath of embracing rays, never looking back at my broken body ,Laying lifeless and hollow. Containing  No heart to beat my second-hand blood. No skeleton to support the mask I wear each day. No muscles to control the meaningless movements I became. Done. Done. Gone. My spirit finally displaying the pureness for the first time. Weightless, young, sheltered, loved, held, created, called, told, guided, thawed. Gravitating towards Gods eternity.

Carry your cross, mourn your loss. Give thanks for life’s sweet breath, till the day of your own peaceful death. Light the wicks of others, so that when you part, your warmth remains in the core of their heart.

 

Today, while sitting in 4th period study hall, my pen etched the following out onto my homework planner: When the world itself becomes too trodden and weary to spin on its own axis, what has the human race succeeded enough to rejuvenate its sullen core?

That is my favorite pen.

I havent yet come up with an answer to my own pondering, it will surely come to me soon.