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I love the sound of glass soda  bottles clinking together in a brown paper bag.   I love the touch of cold water against the back  of my hot red skin.   I love the sight of my reflection in the light  blue eye of a beautiful woman.   I love the taste of fresh strawberries picked with my hands in my garden.   I love the smell of warm stew cooking after playing in the cold wet snow.   I love the joys of living in a flawed but perfect w...

I put myself in another's place yesterday.   I saw many things that I did not wish to see.   I do not think that I will do that again.   It was too unpleasant.

Writing this, I realize    that It will be   revised,   ripped,   rewritten,   stressed over,   cursed at,   incinerated,   mocked,   thrown away,   laughed at,   stabbed,   talked to,   and serve   as a continual   source of    frusturation--   All in just   one day.   And yet   perfect   anyway.

Mommy! There’s a monster! Come quick! I know it’s here! I can feel it’s evil presence. I can feel it  drawing near. And though  I may not see it crawling,  oozing on the floor. I insist that  it must be there for I’ve heard it’s vile roar. I can smell  it’s putrid odor, for it lingers  in the air. Mommy! There’s a monster! Mommy? Are you there?

  Carl! Don’t do that! Don’t touch that! Don’t play with that! Don’t say that! Carl! Get a job! Get a car! Get a girl! Get a life! Carl! Stop swearing! Stop smoking! Stop drinking! Stop whining! Carl! Don’t jump!