If life was like
all the woes have happy endings & techni-color dreams.
Being aware of the removal of myself from unsatisfactory situations for some time didn't remove the surprise when I realized I had completely lost track of the certain place certain time deadline. It's a first and it won't be the last...
All I wanna do is watch movies, epic movies, well written movies, movies with good light and good direction. Movies that develop characters only to suck them right out of my stratosphere when the delegated movie time ends the available script.
I wanna shoot rockets full of baking soda and feel the charge of knowledge, be the first to discover quantum physics and develop the mini skirt. I want it to be me that took the first spacewalk on the moon. I wanna win the famous soup easy contest and kick ole dickie clarke-o in the nads on the bandstand and be arrested for violence against high powered white supremacists in 1965.
I wanna have the first kiss on a deserted island and welcome a soldier home from a tour of duty.
I wanna write literary books of note and hang with spooky children in cold old foggy homes after I'm dead and don't know it.
I wanna bring down the romans trying to conquer the earth and end the crusades and fix the faulty sea kings.
I wanna wash your hair after a long day under the african sun. i wanna swat mosquitoes and tell the missionaries a thing or two about pagan graces and the value of heresy.
I wanna create the myths that explain lightening and discover mathematics. I wanna write down Cleopatra's real beauty secrets before the asp gets her.
And then I want to have a really long nap.
There was a time, somewhere before 2001 where I had barely time for anyone else's imagination, so busy with adventure and drama was my own reality.
But i need you now, you minds who are willing to share a story with me. To rewrite history both true and false so I might have something to think about other than myself, other than the crap in the news that I'm old enough now to realize is only proof that humans are unable to learn lessons en masse.
keep me from my sorrows and sadness over the plight of my species. Understand that I am lonely in my existence for a really big feeling. A really big feeling and I need a freedom from who I am. Write me a big story, a whopper of a story that I will never come back from, ever again.
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I find it strange that your friend's name (or nickname, perhaps) is Tiki. That happens to be a name I went by over 5 years ago--around when this was written.
I imagine by your word choice and general knowledge that you were in college or a recent graduate when this was written. I can identify with your emotional state. I'm 17 years old right now, and I can only wonder how you made it through this. You probably grew bitter, like all people do as they get older; if you were to ever reply, you would probably tell me that I'll just get over it as I get older and that all things die. Because that's what everyone says. "You're so young," you would say. "You need to give yourself time to adjust. As you get older, it will start making sense."
You're probably married to someone you aren't writing about here. You probably have children and a dog and are living a "happy" lifestyle. You probably go to church every Sunday and watch Fox News and think you're better than anyone who disagrees with your beliefs.
I don't give a shit about conformity, believe me, I really could care less if other people choose to follow each other. I just wish I knew what happens to people like me.
It's just not an option for me. It may or may not have been for you.
If you ever respond, please tell me. How did this work out for you?
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