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06/13/2005: "You mother is a hobo. It's easier that way."

I began writing this in first period, cause I could get away with it. I'll finish this first because it'll be a short story.




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The authors of the book would like to apologize for the false start. A retard broke into the lab and began typing. Rest assured, he has been found, shot, drawn and quartered. Perhaps now we can all get on to a better life without him. –The editor.

In a world of two suns, many years ago, a great saga began, which would decide the fate of the universe. Just like every other goddamn saga. Given so, it really doesn’t mater what saga we talk about, because it will have unimaginable importance to the world, universe, and probably existence itself. With that in mind, let’s leave this world behind and travel to a more familiar locale, on a much more recognizable planet…

“I don’t know if you can gouge someone’s eyes out with a keyboard, but I think I’m willing to find out.”

PENAL COLONY 10259- Uhh… I mean Earth. It is the start to an early day. Many would not recognize it to be the last one for this humble planet. For you see, unbeknownst to the majority of the populace, walking amongst them are the keepers of existence. And right now, one of them is in a position to receive some impending doom relatively soon.

Keeper is really not the best word to describe them. They act more like lock pins. Existence as a whole works as a balance. For every good action, a bad one. For every destruction, a creation. So it seems reasonable that for every wildly impossible incident that seems like the kind of thing that would cause existence to stop (they occur much more often then you might think!), there would have to be some force that holds everything together. To counter everything’s tendency to not be anymore, the force is larger then all of existence itself. It still however, needs to exist inside of existence because, well, that’s where things exist. If it didn’t exist there, it wouldn’t exist. So in order to fit, the essential “glue” of the universe needs to be concentrated. This is done by focusing all the energy into a physical being. These beings are esential to keep everything from suddenly stoping from being.

Their survival being so essential, the keepers generally share certain aspects. Easily looked over, quiet, unsociable, and other aspects that keep them under everyone's radar. Being this way generally keeps these people out of harms way, and in the likely event that they energy they store needs to be released, they won't be missed. They are keepers because they are like this, and they are like this because they are keepers.

Vance had been having a rough day allready, and so his rage was allready precariously close to it's breaking point. The bitch sitting next to him really wasn't helping. It was her loud, shrill voice that was doing it to him. Every word she spoke shattered his thoughts, and left him wanting nothing more then to wrap his hands arround her neck so she would have no air left to speak with and he could finally get some damn quiet. Instead, he clenched his fists tightly, rested his head on them, and mutterd an unending line of curses under his breath as the crackling sounds of mice clicking and keyboards being tapped on around him began working their way into the gaps that bitch left when she stoped to catch her fucking breath. At this point, he just wanted to kill anyone, even that little pipsqueak to his right.

The little pipsqueak was actually rather worried about Vance. He had been watching him for a few minutes now, and felt sorry everytime Vance winced in pain when the nice talkitive girl on the other side of Vance whenever she made a really high pitched noise in responce to something that her friend said to her. At the same time, he was getting a little scared. Vance looked like he was ready to do some really not nice things to the girl. Maybe even her friend. The pipsqueak wondered if he should say something to Vance to try and ease his pain. He didn't want to risk it tho. Although he didn't know Vance, he had known many other people who had snaped at him for asking if they were allright. There was one who he remembered had yelled at him when he asked him what time it was. He had run away from that man, and he was thinking about running away from Vance right now. But he couldn't just leave him there. What if Vance did do something? He couldn't just leave and let the not nice things happen to the girls. But what could he do anyway? He almost wanted to cry, because he didn't know what the right thing to do just then was. But he knew crying would just make even more people scream at him or laugh at him or maybe even something worse that even he didn't know what it was. He didn't cry. He just kept watching Vance, hoping things would be ok.

At the moment, the girl wasn't ok. There she was, just trying to talk with her girl, and this asshole behind her keeps jumping around in his seat. What the hell is his problem anyway? If she didn't know better, she'd say that he was doing it because of what she was saying. Wait a minute...He is! What a jerk! She's not even doing anything. Why can't he just go and do his own thing somewhere far away from her? Grrr... That's it, she had had enough.

And at this point, fate was set into motion.

The girl turned around to face Vance. She had a look of utter digust on her face. "Hey, what's your problem?" she spat at him. His eyes bulged and almost leaped out of his head. He turned and stared right into her face with all the rage he had built up since 4 months ago when he woke up that one morning and smashed his head on the door frame. He had not had much luck since that point. And now his anger had finally peaked, and this girl was the one unfortunate enough to channel it. Vance Reached out, grabbed a monitor, and swung it at the girl's head. She screamed and barely ducked in time for it to pass over her head. Vance's momentum kept his swing going, and the monitor came around and cracked into the pipsqueak's head. Between the cracking glass, the spray of blood, and the thump of the body hitting the floor, everyone had stoped what they were doing and were looking silently at the scene. Vance was standing over the pipsqueak's body, jaw hanging open, broken moniter still in his hand. He dropped it, and fell to his knees. The Pipsqueak lost another pint of blood before anyone decided to call an ambulance.

So what happened? Well, the paramedics came. The pipsqueak had a funeral service that only a few people came too, Vance was sentenced to a year in prision on tempoary insanity and first degree murder and has to go to an anger management course once he is released, and the girl has become sedated and more sensitive to others since she almost got killed for being a bitch. Existance still was. You may be wondering about that whole thing about the keepers and needing the glue of everything and impossible cirumstances always happening and whatnot. Luckily, when Dr. Scott flipped a coin, it came up tails. This was sort of a good thing, considering that if it had been heads he would have went ahead with testing his doomsday device, which coincadently, he had wired wrong, and using it would have led to everything getting ripped a new one and suddenly not being anymore. Instead, he went out for a sundae.

I told you existance is a ballance.




Yeah...so That's that then. Took me four days, but there it is. And now on the last day of school I just got to get thru the rest of the day, and then go to the doctors, go home and clean, and then sleep until whenever the hell I want. I'll have to come back on monday thru thursday next week, and then soon after that I'll be off to the Summer School of the Arts thing, but I'll enjoy what I have while I have it. That's really all we can ever do.

I hope you enjoied my story. I might get back to regular writing soon, now that being up at 3 AM isn't such a far off possibility.

F*R*A*G: Every time I look at you, I get this image of Charlie Chapman and Harpo Marx going all out in a silent deathmatch. I'm not sure why.