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There was a young husband from Castor whose marriage was one great disaster
His wife said,"we're through;
My spaceship is due."
He said,"Teleportation is faster."
nice lil ditty,
makes me feel like a young space cadet again
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A writer on a bus is thinking bout his new comic book hero, Secret Agent Civil Servant, when the bus driver has a heart attack and a lil old lady jumps up and comondeers the bus then ressitates the bus driver saving everybody and giving the writer an idea for his new hero.
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Nice summer morning and the bus is on time, Tyler is in a good mood, he has his home work done and all he has to do is turn it in and the rest of the day is open for fun stuff.
The bus opens it’s doors and Tyler springs aboard with a hearty,” Good morning”.
“Good morning”, says the bus driver but Tyler knows it’s insincere dribble.
No problem thinks Tyler; it’s still a good morning. Continuing with the thought… what constitutes a good morning to him and what constitutes a good morning to the bus driver must be obtusely different. 6 months of riding the bus had given Tyler plenty of time to study, sometimes homework, sometimes people, sometimes the grumpy bus driver
Tyler is a writer; well he wants to be a writer so he keeps his minds eye open for the story behind the vagaries of every day life best as he can. He knows there is more going on than meets the eyeball. He knows he can find it and show it to others, all he has to do is write it all down in the right format. A Comic Book. Perfect. A comic book that can go on to become a television show like the mighty, “Simpson’s”.
Yes, Tyler is a dreamer.
The bus stops and on comes lil’ Red Riding Hood, an older lady that has the same clothes as she’s had for probably 40 years, same puffy hair style with a red ribbon to match her cape. She takes a seat up front holding her cane to her side, all she says is,"Hello".
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Good-bye Old Friend
Examining your soft, shiny surface
I recall the joyful times
Wearing you proudly upon my long, narrow finger
The one they designated just to you
After saying “I do”
Gazing into the eyes of the women I loved
Forever we would be one
Having you by my side through it all
Never was a man so honored
Unfortunately our time was diminished
By the one who was supposed to be my last kiss
Apparently, she had another
Gasping for air
Crumbling to the ground
One last time, I admire your beauty
Never again will you glow
With your final dazzling shimmer
The light begins to fade
You bring a tear to my eye
Now we must say our farewell, our good-bye
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Contact_FirstName: Jenna
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The night was cold and blustery as they walked through the darkness, he pulled her close but it didn’t shake the icicles she was feeling, nothing would make them go away. She was a lost soul snatching up and spitting her victims out lifeless. They had met at the bar just hours before. Her dark hole was open tonight. He was plucked from the crowd smiling not knowing. Not knowing that she missed her one true love, every man she brought home in some way or another reminded her of the bitter sweet beast that left her. She tries over and over with out success to fill the hole.
“So how old are you?” he asks
“I’m 21” she says.
Lie, she didn’t really care if they knew her actual age of 25 she liked to mess with them, it made it fun.
“Me too,” “when is your birthday?”
“September 17.”
“What is your name?”
“Natasha”
She was tired of this mindless chatter that would mean nothing by morning. She kissed him long and hard on the mouth, hoping this would stop the questions she was tired of lying for one day. Her lips were moist when she pulled away and began rummaging for her keys.
“Would you like to come in for a drink?” She said with a flawless smile of lustrous white teeth.
“I would love too!” He said
He sounded to exited she knew this one would be too easy, Almost takes the fun out of it. She unlocked the door and let them in. Once inside Natasha showed him the couch and television then headed to the kitchen for drinks. Signs pointed to the fact that she was having a dreadful night; she had gone straight past the beer to that engaging whisky. That sweet liquid, it makes the mind run away to where it really wants to be. She found him channel surfing riding the waves of infomercials when she walked into the room.
“There is never anything on at 2:30 in the morning,” he said, as she handed over his cup.
They sat in silence as the different colors and shapes flashed on the screen. After every last drop was sucked out of her cup she turned off the tube and went to business it was getting late and she had to work in the morning.
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