When you tell the truth be prepared because the people who listen may feel bad and you may lose a lot of humanitarian support. You may even find yourself in a fight. The lasting effects of telling the truth could often put your life in danger. It may be wise to listen to a person who is often alone, most likely they won’t lie to you and if they do it’s because they’ve been beaten up by always telling the truth and may just tell a lie because they need a friend.
Have a good day.
She did everything she could to perform her song...
She practiced every note for two hours a day...
Her throat became sore...
She practiced so hard that she wore herself out.
Exhausted, she sat down on a bench in the janitors closet after practice and fell to sleep.
She was tired.
My yes is what put me in front of the judge, what I failed to realize was that I did have a choice, or did I? In my heart I know I’m innocent but the truth is that I was cursed from birth. I was born to an unmarried mother whose highest form of education was high school. Wealth to me was a brand new plastic teething ring. Yes, it’s true that freedom is good but at this moment I know my life is over. My life will never be the same, I gave in to the woes of life and I killed the man who beat the only woman who’d ever really cared about me. While they prepared my cage, I heard my mother scream just like I’d heard my entire childhood. I would beg for mercy but like so many who’ve lost their freedom, I’d died in the jungle the moment my ancestors and I were put in chains. God be with me, good bye mom. I hope to see you in 25 years. From the jungle to a warm house now to a cage, the only person who ever saw me as a human being was you mom. I’m sure you named me Judah for a reason, your king sent from God, born to protect you, now has a number on his back. I did it for you.
Prison.
The funk of deception...
Smiles reflecting visions of hatred...
Evil rotting inside of a feeble mind craving for attention...
It, they, I, me, and them...
He, she, her, and him...
A trail of heated emotions...
One wanting two, an artificial pardon...
An authentic passion to desire someone else’s treasure...
An alternative mind of trust...
The failure of bad decisions...
The concept of good intentions manifested into evil thoughts...
A house and a diamond ring, material things achieved with hard work reaching for success while the evil eye watches...
The thing that possesses the mind to dwell on the concepts that his or her new friend or foe have created...
The thing is human envy...
It seeps inside of the mind only to swell up like a womb filled with dirty infected pus...
This thing called human envy is where evil dwells...
It drives the human to kill...
It motivates the human to steal...
It slowly eats away at the humble moments in life that we all cherish, that we all want...
It drives us...
All can be caught in its web...
It’s the downfall of a selfish species driven to be successful...
Driven to achieve and outdo predecessors...
Bloody, brutal competition, willing to do whatever it takes to win, craving for the attention to achieve...
Driven to want the finer things in life...
A man and his wife...
A house and a home...
Only to be watched by the envious human eye to steal, kill and destroy...
Death by deception...
Evil that stabs a healthy heart...
Poor, greedy, filthy, rotten, selfish and dirty...
Evil...
Beware my child of human envy.
Victory was mine and I knew it...
I waited my whole life for it...
The moment when confetti fell from the ceiling while tears of joy dropped from my eyes...
I had it right in the palms of my hands, but somehow it slipped away.
Oh, I searched here and there...
I searched everywhere...
Under the table, on TV, by the bed...
The paper, the news, and even the pews...
I couldn’t find a story anywhere...
The kids on the corner, yes they were playing, but I told that story last week...
A new crusade to take over the world, oh, I told that story too...
Hmmm, what will I write about today?
I could write about myself, but who wants to hear about a little lonely man whose life is full of ups and downs...
I could write about my turtle or past relationships but my turtle is dead and I failed at every relationship...
I could write about my exotic fantasies, but that’s nasty too rated R, they’ll never look at me the same after that story...
I could write about the president, but I’ll be dead in a week with that story, one of his followers might catch me slipping—when I’m getting my hair done or something.
Well, I guess I’ll just make something up...
Yep, that’s what I’m going to do, I’m going to make something up.
I’ll call the story: “Dee Dee and the giant candy cane.”
It’ll be about a little girl who creates her very own holiday.
Woe, I think I got something here.
Amazing how something the size of a small marble could expand into something so universal. The idea of something so massive could probe your thoughts for days trying to figure out how something so small could grow to be so big or could it be something so big shrinking to something so small. The possibilities are infinite ♾ and you’re in your own little world.
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