My Greater Future

   As I walked down the corridor noticed that nothing was going as planned. First off, no one did what I said and no one cared what I said.  This, sadly, angered me to no end.  All I wanted was to kill all of them.  All of them.  None of those thoughts again.  Please, God, none of them!  Anyways, of I were to get my hands on one of them... ah! I refuse to continue that train of thought.    "Very well." I said aloud.    "You are very capable of responding in my head!"  I replied.    "Oh really, but is that this fun?"    "Well, I'd never-"    "Ha, like you would ever act on one of your threats!"    "Darnit, you have them staring again!"    "Like you would do anything about it..."    I roared in anger and grabbed my throat, trying to squeeze me out of myself.  I then realized this was not getting me anywhere.  I would not leave until I died.  O...

This is for anyone that eagerly awaits my next posts. I have been busy with school a lot, and this was really only made to be a school project.  I presume I will begin posting more things.  Especially once I get my website up.

In commemoration of my new website.  To be up soon.

About their gestation crates, a horrible way of keeping livestock. Get rid of your gestation crates.  The sad, sad truth about your criminal company. The incredible amount of torture shown in your horrendous facilities frightens me.  The fact that you would tolerate such cruel people and torture of animals.  How about we lock you in a crate, never able to move or get out.  Your gums bleeding, teeth long since rotted away.  Pain tearing through you due to the wounds scattered across your body.  Sores eating away at you.  Slowly going mad as thousands of people around you, friends and family, cry out for help, unheard by the people YOU hired.  You watch as your child is thrown into a bin by worker.  Your child screaming out to you for help as someone brings their fist down upon their head.  You are powerless to help, but as you try to speak to them a whip licks your back, tearing at your skin, ripping open old wounds and filling your ba...

Oprah helps a ton of people all the time but she cannot help herself.  She always donates to organizations, helps families, feeds the hungry, but she herself is in danger, her family in crisis.  She is being hunted but she helps children and animals to not be hunted in Africa.  Oprah sits and thinks.  Right now she cannot even solve her own family issues.  Her pack members (considered her family) are in trouble.  They are becoming corrupt or just not obeying, yet she is always solving these problems for common every day people.  On her show she has helped so many families through their problems.  Whether it be a problematic child or a cheating spouse.  One time she even brought a family together, one who was split from each other by electronics..  Yet at home she cannot keep her own family together because of electronics.

I sit here and wonder to myself, how did this come to be.  I have incredible amounts of money, so how did I end up in this crap hole of a house.   Shouldn't I be out, helping others with their problems?  Of course I should!  But no, I am here at the house cleaning Messie's mess.  How she got such a name, I wonder.  Would someone really name their child Messie? And then let her aspire to be a slob?  So I decided to confront her with her unseemly problem.  I considered inviting my friend Phil over, but I hadn't time.  "Messie?" "Huh" she said, and burped loudly.  I was disgusted. "I really think you need to make change with your-" "My what?" said Messie, clearly getting angry.  I had stopped speaking because my other roomy, Marten, had appeared and shook his head. "Perhaps it was nothing, I forgot..." I said, then ran over to Marten. "What?" I whispered. "You do not want to get on her bad side, I know you...

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