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mindflow #1 ascii version
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05.25.94
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edited and programmed by josh ruihley
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mindflow #1 is the first attempt at getting different thoughts from people
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acrossed the country and putting them together in a nice little
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file. these thoughts can be in the form of a poem, short story, brainstorm
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or any other kind of self expression that can be put on a computer.
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the purpose is to create a nice little mind trip that people can take once
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a month. it features different views from different people on different
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subjects. all that is needed to take these trips is an open mind, so open up
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your mind, and enjoy. if you would like to submit something to be printed in
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future versions of mindflow, please either mail or email me. mindflow will
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not work if it isn't for 'thought donations', so if you have something that
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you would like to be put in here, please, donate your thoughts and make
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mindflow a trip worth taking.
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all versions of mindflow can be downloaded for free from:
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rip curl bbs (versailles, ky) : 1.606.873.6637
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too basic by paul kell------------------------------------------------------
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two basic emotions
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two basic fears
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two basic eyes
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shedding two basic tears
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two basic hearts
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two basic souls
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a story of love
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as our story unfolds
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they were two basic friends
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with two basic minds
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their friendship was one
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too basic to find
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too lost in emotions
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too lost in their fears
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too lost in their eyes
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and too lost in their tears
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one basic body
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one basic mind
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set apart from the world
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unfeeling, unkind
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not feeling the love
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only feeling the fear
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persecuted by many
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persecuted by peers
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from two basic persons
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united as one
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separated forever
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they both have no one
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Fish by Joel Wheeler---------------------------------------------------
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Fish.
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Fish on a plate.
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It is a work of Art.
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Art who?
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wish by josh ruihley---------------------------------------------------
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i threw the penny in the wishing well
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my hopes and dreams needed still to come true
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the penny fell and the water splashed
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the well one cent closer to purchasing heaven
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and me one cent closer to foreclosing on hell
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but the birds dont bother me one bit
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the grass is still green and the sky is still blue
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and i am still nothing cause im without you
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Untitled by Matt Williamson------------------------------------------------
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The overwhelming dark flood
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of
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smoke caught us
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off
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Guard.
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Help! someone screamed
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as
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I hovered over
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the
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Fire.
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The toxic fumes were
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pleasant
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To my primitive
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senses.
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My time was up -
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Destruction done
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Time to leave
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Manifest.
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My essence in the Floating
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ash.
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To be scattered across
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the land
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of human fraility
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The Girl Who Lived Here Before by Melissa Pike-------------------------------
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The horses keep falling;
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I guess she likes the dolls better,
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because she never bothered them.
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It must be a little girl
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Who hated living on this farm.
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My sister is afraid for her horses;
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Their plastic legs don't hold up well
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to falling six feet
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The floor's not very soft.
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Maybe we should put something there
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for them-- some pillows or something.
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I think the girl will get uses to the horses;
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she must learn that things change.
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She must have been spoiled
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and rich from the looks of this house.
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I wonder what her name is and
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what happened to her.
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Maybe it had something to do with
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horses.
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And why is she still here?
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She must be lonely.
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Sometimes I hear her crying in the night.
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I would be her friend
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if only I could find her.
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I must look in the yard.
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The stones will reveal her to me.
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Inside by Andy Malloy----------------------------------------------------
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looking inside
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i see the blackness
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a Void
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i can remember,
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there was a heart there...
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once...
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long ago...
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it was stolen
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and never replaced...
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Untitled by Betsy Hughes---------------------------------------------------
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i look about me
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and everywhere i see
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what i could have been
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misconceptions linger on the ground
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where i have dropped them
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the visions of my dream of success
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float quietly across the walls
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out of my reach
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or just too quick for me to catch
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i grasp one suddenly, hold on, then let go.
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Psycho Disco Ninjo by Brad Wright----------------------------------------
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Bzzzzzt.
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Bzzzzzt.
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Bzzz -- SMASH!
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Billy managed a moan of contempt for the alarm clock as another Monday
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started.
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"Boy, I hate Mondays."
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Billy rose from his bed, if a mass of covers and blankets on a couple
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pieces of wood is a bed. In his early morning stupor, even the mild-mannered
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wallpaper seemed to scream at him.
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"Billy! Get your scrawny butt in the shower!"
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Billy blinked several times before he realized the wallpaper was, in fact,
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not talking. It was only his slightly demented and completely crazy and evil
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step-mother.
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"Whatever, Sherona!" Billy sighed, as he lumbered towards the bathroom.
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The hallway was full of little dolls and little cars and dog poop.
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"ARGH! When is anyone besides me going to clean up for this filthy
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animal?!?" Billy screamed, getting no reply. But today was going to be
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different, he decided. No more letting people walk all over him. No more
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taking flak from schoolmates. No more -- SPLAT.
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"I just stepped in a DOG TURD!!!"
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"Well pick it up, duh, stoooopid," came the low reply from around the
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corner.
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Billy rounded the corner to see his little sister, Cindy. Cindy was
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wearing her My Little Pony pajamas and waggling her tongue at him.
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"Santa Claus isn't real, ya know," Billy muttered, just loud enough to be
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sure the rugrat heard him. Tears filled Cindy's eyes, and a low moan started
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to eminate from her.
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"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOM!!!" Cindy shrieked. "BILLY SAID --"
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Billy slammed a fist into Cindy's midsection, ending her yelp in mid-
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breath. Cindy looked up, startled.
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"B-b-billy..." she whispered. "W-w-w-why-dj-ja d-d-do th-that f-for?"
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Billy stared down at her with molten eyes. "Listen, munchkin. Dad and
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Scum-ona have been giving me crap since I kicked the dog down the stairs
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after it bit my knee. Now, we aren't going to say a word to Dad and --"
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"BIIIIIILLY!!! ARE YOU READY FOR SCHOOL YEEEET?!?"
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"SHUT UP, SCUM-ONA!!!" Billy yelled down the stairs.
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"WHAT?!?"
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"I SAID, NOT YET, SHERONA, PRINCESS!"
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"BULLCRAP! GET IN THE SHOWER, OR I'LL BEAT YOU SILLY!"
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Billy sighed, and went into the bathroom, which, by some grace of God, was
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actually empty. Billy stumbled in, and looked at his dejected form in the
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mirror.
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Billy was always a small boy, until eighth grade, when he grew ten inches
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over three months. Still, he was slight at 5'11", 140 pounds. With brown
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hair and green eyes, he was an almost mirror image of his father. From the
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day he was the born (not the night, but the day, mind you), we knew he was
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trouble (not monopoly, but trouble). Billy jumped in the shower, and bathed
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quickly, knowing if he took too long, he would have to deal with She-Man
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Sherona.
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After putting on a t-shirt and pair of blue jeans, Billy weaved his way in
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and out of toys and other miscellaneous mishaps waiting to happen on the
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'Stairs of Doom', and grabbed his bookbag and a Pop-Tart on his way out the
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door.
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"BILLY! GET BACK IN HERE AND --" started Sherona, whining/screaming as
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usual.
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"Cram it, freak!" he yelled back, and started off to school.
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Bzzzzzt.
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Bzzzzzt.
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Bzzzzzt.
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Billy lifted his head and wondered how it could be Tuesday already. He
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got out of bed, and that was when he saw Kathy Ireland battling a pitch-black
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demon.
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"Well, there's something you don't see every day," Billy mused.
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Kathy turned her head. "Mind giving me a hand, cutie?"
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Billy stared for several seconds, and jumped off the bed, landing a vicious
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side kick to the face of the demon. The demon howled in anger/fury/pain, and
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promptly turned into a wisp of smoke.
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Kathy turned around, and smiled at Billy. "Thanks. He was a handful, let
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me tell you. Now, let me show you my gratitude."
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Kathy moved towards Billy, parting her thick, moist lips...
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"BILLY! Are you going to stay in here for fifth hour, too?"
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Billy's dream faded almost as quickly as the demon had. He shook his head
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to clear the cobwebs, and realized the bell had rung, and he was still in his
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fourth hour class when it was fifth hour.
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Billy managed a squeak of bewilderment, gathered his things, and headed to
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fifth hour class. He was relieved when he got there. His mind was totally
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blown, and he couldn't think straight. Thank goodness he had a free period
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to...
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"Okay, class. Get out fourty sheets of paper and write a novella. You
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have fifty minutes. Begin."
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Billy stared numbly at his Advanced English teacher, Mrs. Learse. She was
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staring out the window at her nice shiny red car, a Ninjata or something.
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Billy screamed, once, and pulled out his paper and began.
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Forty eight minutes later, he was done. His hands were bleeding, and his
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eyes swam in and out of focus, but he was done. "Mrs. Learse?" Billy asked.
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"What should we do with our --"
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Mrs. Learse leaped from her perch, and with the deftness of a jungle beast
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(which, Billy assumed she was related to one anyway), snatched the papers from
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Billy's hands.
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Her face was expressionless as she snapped, "No talking during writing.
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Automatic zero."
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Billy suddenly realized how people can commit murder. He jumped up, ran to
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Mrs. Learse, and started yelling in her face.
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"You stupid freak! You Hooked-On-Phonics dropout! You wouldn't know a good
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essay if it jumped up and bit you on your ass! You --"
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Mrs. Learse slapped Billy full in the mouth. Billy started to bleed, and
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gaped at her.
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"No one, I repeat, no one, EVER talks to me like that."
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Billy considered his options briefly. He could...
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1 - Let it slide. Billy wasn't a violent type, so, being slapped in the
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face by a woman in front of 25 classmates shouldn't have bothered him.
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2 - Complain to the principal. This was the best thing to do, as it was
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democratic and would be a peaceful solution.
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3 - Beat the living snot out of her.
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Billy headed for his desk, pivoted on his left foot, and shot his right
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foot into the front of her knee. Mrs. Learse shrieked, and toppled over
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backwards, grabbing a letter opener from her desk. She lunged at him on her
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unbroken knee, but he moved out of the way, bringing his knee up into her fist,
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jamming the letter opener into her throat.
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Werdna Yollom stood up. "Wow, Bill. That was actually pretty cool."
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Bill grabbed the letter opener from Mrs. Learse's throat, and flung it at
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him. It lodged in Werdna's thigh, and he shrieked like a woman.
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"Shaddup," Bill muttered, and went into the hallway.
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Bill headed for the parking lot when Mr. Bigguy, the prinicpal, put his
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hand on Bill's chest.
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"Thinking of skipping out, are we?" he smirked.
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"Um. Get off me, or I'll rip out your liver and stick it in your ear."
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"Don't take that tone of voice with me, young --"
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Bill jabbed him in the belly, and threw him into a vat of Dunbar Funk.
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"Ow," Mr. Bigguy said/died.
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Bill laughed jovily, and continued towards the parking lot. Carla Barch
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waltzed by.
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"Hey," Bill said. "Cool waltz."
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"Thanks," Carla replied, and waltzed away.
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Bill smiled, changed directions, and headed towards the newly completed
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Ammo Annex section of Dunbar.
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"Boy, that Ammo Annex sure was a swell addition." Cheesy grin.
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Bill stopped, and pondered why he had taken this choice in life. Could it
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be because his parents divorced at the age of ten, after his dad discovered
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Bill's mother was actually a man? Could it have been that nasty Cheez-Whiz
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incident with the police? Could it have been...
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"Could it have been those burritos I had for lunch?" Bill wondered.
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Bill continued wondering and walking until Chris Lyman flew by on an acorn
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tree.
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"Squirrels," Chris said.
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"Booha," Bill replied.
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Chris nodded, and flew away.
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Bill waved goodbye, and noticed the floor had turned into Jello.
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"Darn," Bill darned. "Lemon. I *HATE* lemon Jello."
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Bill wobbled his way to the door of the new annex, when the door opened and
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Kathy Ireland answered.
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"Hi," Kathy purred.
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Bill laughed. "Say, weren't you in a dream I had a while ago?"
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"No, but I was," replied a second Kathy, emerging from the shadows.
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"Wow, Beavis. This is pretty cool," Bill said to no one in particular.
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"I wasn't either," chorused twenty more Kathys.
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"Uhhhh... wow. Neato. Spiffy. Et cetera," Bill sighed.
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A large red dog appeared next to Bill.
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"Like, bark. Bark, or something," Clifford barked.
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"Hey. I know you," Bill replied.
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"Not anymore..." Clifford said, halfway through the metamorphesis he was
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undergoing. In fifteen seconds, he was a squirrel.
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The squirrel nodded at the Kathys, and looked at Bill.
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"The time is short. We must save the world!!!" the squirrel chriped.
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"Too wierd," Bill gasped.
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Suddenely, and without warning, and redundantly, a huge alarm sounded.
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BUZZT! BUZZT! BUZZT!
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"Wow," Bill moaned, suddenly getting very sleepy
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(awake)
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BUZZT!
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Buzzt!
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Bzz
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Bzzzt!
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Bill sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat pouring off him in pails.
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"Bill!" a voice yelled. "Come downstairs!"
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"That was some strange dream..." Bill said, starting downstairs.
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His step-mom was behind a newspaper when he sat down for breakfast.
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"Sherona," Bill began. "You won't believe the dream I had..."
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"Oh no?" the woman replied, and laid the paper down.
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"Kathy???"
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Bzzzt!
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Memory by Jennifer Hacker-----------------------------------------
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I see your face a thousand times before I enter the realm of sleep.
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I see the smile you gave only to me, the little sister who loved you.
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I reach out to take your hand, to tell you I love you.
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Then I remember you're gone, and the image shatters.
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I see myself, nine years old, not able to understand.
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I watch as you cry when you thought no one could see.
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I wanted to help you, and gave part of myself to save your life.
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But still I watched you weaken, still I watched you die.
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I see myself at the funeral, full of rage.
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I see myself curse the God that would take a 17 year old girl away.
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I see myself, now, the same age as you were.
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I see myself, I see you, and I see the connection.
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The Victory by John Geurkink-------------------------------------------
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Lord on the football field of life
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where I will suffer pain and strife
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Help me to achieve the goal
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which is salvation for my soul
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Keep me running straight and true
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ever closer Lord to you
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round the left or round the right
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running hard toward the light
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When sinful foes around me near
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help me pass into the clean
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but when I'm blitzed and taken down
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let my foes ne'r see me frown
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But help me stand and run again
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up the middles, or round the end
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To break through so all may see
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How great Thy faithfulness to me
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But if I boastful pride portray
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thinking that these yards I've made
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Stop me Lord and make me humble
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make me fall or make me stumble
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If in the huddle, you call the plays
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there'll be no fouls, no delays
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But when I plan my own attack
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without fail, Oh Lord, I'm sacked
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Now that the final goals in sight
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and my days give way to night
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I know the game has only been won
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by the blood of Gods dear Son
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When my flesh couldn't carry me through
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and my spirit was black and blue
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Jesus lifter me up and carried me
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over the line to victory.
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Simple by Cislyn Hunt---------------------------------------------
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Sitting Indian style on a scratchy rug
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Scooping handfuls of cocoa puffs
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And flashing those dimples
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As you watch Scoooby Doo
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You make life seem so simple
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There are tire marks on your front lawn
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It's easy to see; the weeds are pressed down
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I ask you where they came from
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"Who knows? Who cares? Not me!"
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What a philosopher thou art
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I swear I heard a gunshot last night
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But you laugh and say that it was
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Only a bad muffler on one of the cars
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That incessantly turn left at the light
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You call me "obsessive"
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Mostly about the little things
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And tell me to relax and
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Live a little
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But I would rather live a lot
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Because I don't think life is complicated
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I know it is.
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Mind Wind by Chris Lyman---------------------------------------------
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Thoughts converge
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and I emerge
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From the deep black tide
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Omnipotent in the power surge
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All I see
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is me
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Existing as all
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Imagining things that will always be
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Nothing is heard
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like a dirty word
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Silence is deafening
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Distinction is vague and blurred
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Gray son
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realizing I am one
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Destination fulfilled
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The battle is won
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Laying to rest
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the visions jest
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Seeking all but sleep
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The mind wind blows west
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All that I fear
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within a tear
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Burning into the sky
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Not far, not near
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Fall with haste
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to a breathing place
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Mount the omniscient steed
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And vanish into space
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Rebirth copyright 1994 by Aaron Ramey----------------------------------
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He had been there
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all the while,
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And yet
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was invisible -
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alone marble inaseaofbrokenglass.
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Suffering a non-
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existent existence,
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Until now.
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Surfaces begin to
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take shape,
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A life emerges beyond
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tangible bleakness -
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the desert fern against
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immeasurable odds.
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He begins anew.
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a new path -
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A new opportunity
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not to be forsaken.
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Murky skies finally crack -
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allowing the mind
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To bathe the fruits
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of his intellectual labors
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in newfound promise.
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Never again would he
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allow his life to
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slip
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away
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from him.
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After all, it isn't
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every day that the lost
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again.
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Reaching the Authors
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Paul Kell can be reached at:
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223 East Eagle
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Versailles, Ky 40383
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Internet: wbsj47b@prodigy.com
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josh ruihley can be reached at:
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418 wells lane
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versailles, ky 40383
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internet: ebbheadky@aol.com
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Melissa Pike can be reached at:
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755 Delaney's Ferry
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Versailles, Ky 40383
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Andy Malloy can be reached at:
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4161 Palmetto Drive
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Lexington, Ky 40513
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Betsy Hughes can be reached at:
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Internet: blaine666@aol.com
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Jennifer Hacker can be reached at:
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687 Finnel Rd
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Georgetown, Ky 40324
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or
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Devil's Dominion BBS (lexington, ky) : 1.606.272.5696
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Handle : Kiriseth
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Brad Wright can be reached at:
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4300 Stoneyhurst Place
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Lexington, Ky 40514-1830
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Cislyn Hunt can be reached at:
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Internet: pandora149@aol.com
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Aaron Ramey can be reached at:
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Internet: hydroguy@aol.com
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Chris Lyman can be reached at:
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The Zone BBS (lexington, ky) : 1.606.271.8352
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Handle: Shadox
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if you would like to submit a poem, short story, brainstorm, or anything else
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that you think belongs in mindflow, please mail me at my home or email me
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through the internet or on the ripcurl bbs. this is the official home of
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mindflow. all versions of mindflow will be here and available to download
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for free.
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josh ruihley
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418 wells lane
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versailles, ky 40383
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internet : ebbheadky@aol.com
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all versions of mindflow can be downloaded for free from:
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rip curl bbs (versailles, ky) : 1.606.873.6637
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