Tom was strung out. He was going to the coast for a two week holiday. He handed me the keys to By Ourselves, the drop in centre for psychiatric patients, and said, "Guard these with your life!" The place had to be protected from the Reality Police.
Ten days passed. I was walking late at night. I wasn't too sure of the time. I hate time. It went too slow when I paid attention. Couldn't sleep. Time to get up.
Sort of wandering aimlessly, hoping I would make it. Make what? Make it through the night without freezing. Make it to the light of a brand new day when the sun would shine? Would I see the sun again?
Would I make it to the other side of the bridge I was walking on?
As kids, my brother and I had walked across an old foot bridge and played a game. As soon as we reached the highest point of the bridge, we had ten seconds, by counting, to reach the pavement. If we didn't make it, the old troll that lived under the bridge would get us. That old troll never got either one of us, but I was scared as hell of him.
Thank God, I make it! On the other side of the traffic bridge I walked through a red light. No cars No other sign of life.
The park entrance was a block away. Car lights from the far side of the bridge. He was coming fast. I felt the relative safety of crossing the median. The car speed past, and through an open window a voice yelled, "We're going to get you!" the car carried on. but the hideous laughter of the occupants echoed in my ears. Thank God, they didn't turn into the park. I walked in to the park and was lost in the winter wonderland **** frost and fog. It was relatively warm - no wind. I wasn't going to freeze that night. The Christmas lights were gorgeous.
There was no other sign of life save for the steamy car windows. Parked. Avoid them! Do not disturb their tranquility. Don't even look at the car again.
I was taken back to a night years ago. My girl, at the time, and I were parked in the same spot. We made steamy love then.
When I had passed the car, a window rolled down. A girl was freaking out.  And a guy yelled, "Take off you pervert!"
I cut over to the museum. The spot lights shone on the carved figures of animals. I was mesmerized. They were so peaceful, so free.
At once, a wolf jumped out from the figures. Mouth agape, growling and drooling as if it was under attack or about to attack.
I scrambled to the corner of the building, ducked around the corner and flattened myself against the far side of the wall.
Chest heaving, I waited for what seemed a life time. Not moving a muscle I tried to gulp my breath. I tried to hide - not to escape. I waited.
I noticed and unlit spotlight. I couldn't see the stone figures at the top of the building. For some reason, I was calm. I said a silent prayer and foolishly tested the power of God by kicking the dark spotlight. Instantly, it lit up.
Bathed in the warm light, I turned to look up at the figures. A firm wooden shaft with a sharp point sliced through my chest and stopped halfway through my body.
I saw the fish in the sea and a man walking on the water. The figure of a cross was thrown by my shadow in the spotlight.
I reached inside the hole in the lining of my coat for the keys to the drop in centre, the keys to the files and the desk that contained our membership list.
The Reality Police were after our membership list. They coud then eliminate the bed genes within all our members which could be passed on to future generations.
With my last ounce of energy, I threw the keys as hard as I could. A tiny fish within the stone fresco swallowed them.

Listen to me when I say I am sad
Don't look at the TV when I am talking to you

My feet a sore they need a massage
don't ignore me when I am talking

I need to watch my shows on TV
don't talk when I am listening to my shows
that is so annoying

Look at my hair and tell me
what you think

Delete that photo of me
I didn't look good that day

So we are all born into this world and we have arrived by luck.
You were once an egg, of many eggs  in the past.

You were once a ***** of millions of others but for some strange reason.
you won the race and fertilized the egg.

We all arrive here by a a slim margin. We arrive with very little thought of who we are.

We soon realize we are loved. We explore, and every day we experience our surroundings with our eyes our nose and our touch.

We breathe, we eat we *** and ****.
This cycle will be repeated until our death.
Our inner functions are a mystery to us until they start to fail.

In the beginning you will need an assistant, but not for the breathing.
You could never survive without the assistant. Because they want you alive.

You have arrived. That is what is most important, just think of the others who have not. If I could take a vacation and visit all that have not arrived it would never return from the eternal flame.

We breathe we think we **** we ***. Things do not ever change. We control we hurt we submit we plea.
It never ends.
When will it ever end. Can I decline I am tired now. Things are in decline. I wish to decease from the human race. I cry out now yes now.

I watch you on the internet not really knowing how.

Your stupid videos  are not what I allow.



Bare necessities.

He was 42 years old and had not figured it out
The lad was only six and had a better understanding
of what was right from wrong.

The lad found the gun and thought it was a toy
The man said put the gun down and don't make me pay.

It was a hot day in July without warning
no one cared that there was a loss of life
They just watched the flashing lights and listend to the sirens

On that day a life ended
it ended because no one listened when the hammer came down.

https://youtu.be/SmqtPaMMVuY
At my age marijuana, it would do more harm to me than good. Smoking it would destroy my lungs. The laziness it creates would destroy my wealth. I would fail to be creative any more and would never post any more intelligent videos on YT. I could never travel or visit other country's. This man that claims he will go down in history as the first person in Canada to buy legal Marijuana is clueless. He was born on the Rock (NF) he will die on the Rock. He will never travel or learn of any other country but his own tiny little back yard. This is sad for Canada that we have embraced this. Now there are fears that (THC) candy will be ingested by children.

There once was a boy...

There once was a boy named Matthew. When he was little he walked out of his house and into the woods and no one ever saw him again. After he left his house he traveled the world he stowed away in cargo hulls of ships and snuck onto planes, when anyone caught him  and asked where his parents were he would say "Right behind you!" and run away. Then there was a war. World war III to be exact. During this war he would try to get close to the battles to watch the soldiers fight. The world had been divided between two super maces, the Gatacon and the Nireh. The Gatacon had the technology but the Nireh had numbers. Today was special for Matthew because the Gatacon had begun hiring soldiers from the age of 15 and up, to increase their numbers and Matthew had just turned 15 yesterday. He walked into the registration office and presented his certificate of qualification to the officer. "A little young to be joining the army ain't cha lad," said the officer "Old enough as far as you're concerned I  replied". Matthew, "you'll get you're uniform at the front desk then proceed down to the
sub-basement for mission briefings" said the officer," don't we get any special training" questioned Matthew." "You've got no time for that now do as I said" ordered the officer. Matthew hurried to the front desk and down to the sub-basement eager to learn about his first mission. Once there he sat down next to a frail looking girl as the mission commander began to speak "I'm glad to see
a large turnout" spoke the officer" but I've got no time for idle chit chat, you will be shipped out on an s-18 aircraft where you will parachute down to the battlefield below. You're job is to set up a defense post. We have a base camp nearby and we need something to prevent night raids so you will be on guard 24-7". The group of 37 (Matthew counted) headed up to the airlift on the roof of the complex where they where quickly escorted onto a helicopter like plane. As they entered they saw that they each had a designated
spot with a parachute and a 67cm arrow pulse cannon. No one spoke as the plane began to rise and slowly zoom away from the complex. They were a good 2 hours into the plane ride when the pilot came on the intercom and gave orders to parachute in 60 seconds, Matthew quickly strapped on his parachute and headed towards the door, the others appeared to hesitant to go first. He was about to jump when he heard a large commotion from inside the ship and before he knew it he had been
catapulted from the planes door and was plummeting to the ground below. He pulled the cord and gazed downwards, he was way off target and was headed
straight towards the base camp. He was prepared for a long walk though. He heard another clang and gazed upwards to see if anyone else had fallen. The plane was moving fairly jerkily and he wondered what was wrong, then he realized it the
plane was being fired upon by the Nireh he gazed downwards and saw a small group of them firing at it he looked upwards just in time to see it explode, pieces of debree were hurling towards him he reached for his gun in hopes he could blast it out of the sky but it was too late then suddenly everything went black. Hours later he awoke in what appeared to be a first aid tent, there was a searing pain in his right hand he gazed downwards and found that his clothes were covered in blood, he checked his body for cuts but there were none, it must have been the blood of his comrades from the ship he gazed at his right hand witch was covered in red bandages. A few minutes later a man that looked like a doctor walked in" Quite an accident your crew had Matthew lucky you got out of it alive, your right hand was torn from your arm so we replaced it with an electronic one, it will hurt for a while but soon it will be as good as new. You were also covered in radioactive waste from the plane's battery so we gave you an experimental vaccine for neuclear poisining and it appears to be working its good too because if this war comes to neuclear bombs you can't get poisoned" chirped the doctor.

"Can I get some new clothes" wheezed Matthew," sure, and since your crew was wiped out you will be stationed he for the remainder of the war". For the next few days Matthew worked around the camp and helped wherever he could. Then devastating news came. The Gattacon had developed a neuclear weapon with devastating power. It was being shipped across the ocean when a Nireh attack plane sunk the vessel it was on. Already reports had come in of dead sealife washing up on shores. Within a few months
Matthew was all alone, the bomb had contaminated the world and Matthew was alive because of an experimental vaccine, but Matthew was used to being alone so everything turned out just fine.

The End.

Curwen loved that machine. For that is all the VLT was, just a machine. What he didn't realize or probably didn't care about , was the fact that the VLT was linked to a master computer in Saskatoon. The payoff for the machine was miserably low for a game of chance. The fact was the machine took in much more than it ever paid out. The odds of winning were such that it was not, nor ever would be, a paying proposition.
However, Curwen's attitude was that he loved his machine. He even gave the VLT a female name. He called it Margie after one of his lost loves.
Every dollar of his Social Services stipen went to feed Margie. He would panhandle or borrow and run to Margie and spend some time with her. She had a certain excitement for him. The very times, gambling his last dollar, the VLT would take all his money.
In the month of December Curwen got his Social Services cheque, cashed it and went to spend some time gambling. The anticipation of spending some time, a good time, a long time with Margie obsessed him. He would take the rent money, the food money, and his family's Christmas presents and give it to Margie and see what she would give him in return. Maybe he could buy his family some expensive Christmas presents for a change. The VLT scorned him, mocked him, and took all of his money. December 1 at 4:30 he was broke. He had gambled his whole cheque. My God, what had he done? What had she done?
He went back to his apartment feeling numb. What could he do? He phoned several friends to borrow money.  Everyone knew Curwen had a gambling problem. They were either too poor or had heard the same sob story several times before. So Curwen was broke and nobody would help him.
Moments later, there was a knock at his door. It was the landlord. He wanted the rent. At Curwen's sob story the landlord told him he would be evicted. Curwen was homeless, no food, and no Christmas Presents for his loved ones.
He would seek revenge. He would fix Margie once and for all for giving him such misery. He would not let her ruin another life.
After a sleepless night, the next morning he walked into the hotel bar where the VLT was, with a hammer hid under his coat. She was unoccupied, her screen beckoned alluringly. Curwen stood in front of her and took out the hammer. "You *****!" he screamed smashing the screen again and again.
The crowd looked up from their drinks as if they knew this was going to happen someday.
The hotel bouncer came running and grabbed the hammer. Curwen was subdued with his face pressed into the filthy rug of the hotel bar room floor.
Curwen was charged with destroying hotel and government property. At his trial Curwen said, "I'm glad I did it. I killed her before she actually killed someone else."
Curwen spent Christmas in jail. For what - justifiable homicide - two years less a day.