That One Saturday

Dear World,

       I was once an ordinary person. I would wake up at 6:50 almost every day (Monday-Friday), go to school, come home: eat a snack, watch some t.v., and hang out with friends. I had a loving family, an amazing boyfriend, a fantastic dog, and everything was going perfect. Life was great until one day I woke up on a very odd Saturday. No one and I mean no one was even present in my life. I ran around up and down my house, no one was there. I ran around the neighborhood, no one was there. I ran to walmart, no one was there. I finally ran to the school and right there in the middle of the field was some old fat janitor, sweeping up something on the grass. I walk up to him, he looked up at me with a blank stare and said "run." Then he disappeared right in front of my eyes.

   What happened to everyone?
   Why was the janitor the only person I could find?
   What am I running from exactly?
                     
                                Sincerely,
                                The last person on the planet

HEY I'm blurbbin here!

We Shot The Moon ~ Perfect Time

Tyson sits in the same uncomfortable chair, watching his wife Katelyn suffer in the hospital with cancer. He loves her so much, he cannot give up hope. He grasps her hand as she wakes up and looks him in the eye. He stares back in silence and realizes that she is the only one for him, and he will not give up this fight.

Jack's Mannequin ~ Bruised

John Watkins and Sarah Wright stand at the terminal, and say their final goodbye to each other. She leaves but John can't just let her go, because he loves her. He gets on an airplane and flies after her. He can't get her off his mind, so it makes it seem like this plane ride will never end.

Safetysuit ~ Annie

Stephen met this very intriguing girl while sitting in class. She is not like everyone else, she's a little different but she was everything to Stephen. He can't think about anything or anyone else except for her, and her name was Annie.

Changes

 I'm watching everything rush by, like I can't get enough of 

     anything surrounding me.

  I am so ecstatic, I just can't picture a more perfect 

        moment: sitting in the car on the freeway to California. 

              My family was adventuring off to Disneyland. You could 

                      just feel the excitement in the car as we pulled up to the beach

                              house we were going to stay at. We're unloading our stuff from

                       the car into the house. We are just running around having so 

              much fun when all of a sudden my mom gets a call, from 

        my aunt. I didn't have to look at my mom to know 

   something was terribly wrong. The whole house 

was silent and I finally looked at my mom.

    The tears were streaming down her face and there

    was nothing but shock. We were all asking her 

    what was happening, what was going on. She

    finally told us. 

       My cousin had shot herself earlier on that day.

     I couldn't believe a word of it, I was in complete

   shock. I just stared off into space for hours not 

  even knowing what was going on in my head. All

 I could think, as I stood out on the beach was,

                     things can be going so great at one moment

                   and the next your staring at the sun setting over

                 the ocean like it was her, saying her final goodbye,

                                            to the world.

My Mind Is Traveling

I'm reading the bold statement above;
               I read it again.
     I'm repeating it after every meal
     I tattooed it on your arm
     I remember it every time you breath


This statement is a constant reminder that when you
     breath, I'm in uncharted thinking and exploring.

 At the beginning of the process, I'll be searching for possible
                       subjects related to this thought.

            At another point, I'll may be experimenting with different
      ways to think about one of these subjects.



 later on, I'll be searching for the perfect
                         idea and tie all my main
                         thoughts together.
                                                            As one.

10 Ways To Kill an Elephant

10 WAYS TO KILL AN ELEPHANT:
       1. cut off his foot so when he tries to walk he tips over 
         into a pool of pungie sticks

     2. we send it to Shae Hansen's house

       3. we paint it black and the Ku Klux Klan comes after it
         and hangs it from the nearest building

       4. we do magic tricks with it but it doesn't work because
         he's so big, so he dies when trying to cut him in half

       5. cut off his trunk, send it back in time to the caveman so
         they will end up eating it

       6. feed him McDonald's until he blows up 

       7. give him a tatoo of a target on his side and sell tickets
         to shoot the moving target 

       8. make him read Hamlet

       9. put out a sign saying free elephant rides and he'll die 
         from exhaustion of too many rides

      10. you put him inside a box and you put that box inside
         another box, then i'll mail that box to myself and when 
         it arrives I'LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!! its 
         BRILLIANT BRILLIANT BRILLIANT. brilliant I SAY!
    

Mustache

What is wrong with you?
     Why would you ever grow that?
  These are the thoughts I have as I look over and
  see this man staring at me:
                                   
    He's looking straight at me and all I can think is mustache. mustache and
    that is one creepy mustache man.

I just don't get the point of a mustache. Cut it off for crying out loud!
           
     Its disgusting to look at a thick chunk of hair on someones face
     that's resting on the top of their lip.

  What I really don't get is this guy:
     
   WHAT?!?!?! Why?!
         How in Marshmallows name did he grow that?
             I just can't comprehend what the point of a mustache is.

If i really had to pick a mustache i actually liked
       though it would be this one:
                                          
    Look at the perfection of the curve! Its fantastic.
Mustache.
Love it. Hate it.
Its inevitable. Mustachio.

Direct Order

Listening. Music. Particularly Rock.
    I might be dancing. I might be banging on...something.
  Now.
       I am giving you a direct order to rock out.

Rock Out like you got out of prison after 50 years.
                                                               Rock Out 
         like you just found out poke-a-dots became illegal.
    ROCK OUT like your fridge just broke but now you're
     eatin smock a' lick tonight.

                          Rock Out like cherries are in season all the time :)

rock out like you got a new electric wheelchair because
             you just lost your legs. Rock Out like going to
   Disneyland for the first time. Rock out like it's your last
day on earth.
       
         Rock out like the whole world is red but you're blue.


Rock Out like your eyes are fading but
   you still got your ears. Rock Out like
 you just got kidnapped but you escaped.
                 
                 rock out like your singing the national anthem in front
                        of a million people. rock out like you fell in love 
                    for the first time.
 


ROCK OUT LIKE YOU LOOK OUTSIDE AND THE 
STREETS ARE TRAMPOLINES AND THE SIDEWALKS
ARE MATTRESSES.