"Ooo can I try?" I say jumping like a jack rabbit on crack


"Here, you know how to do it?" Josh says handing me the remote


"No" I say still hopping

He gives me directions

"Okay I think I got it...ahh why did he shoot me!?"

"Because that's what they do"

"Ugh"

5 minutes and 8 deaths later

"Yay I finally got em'!"

"Ummm, Pookie, he was on your team"

I am in need of the question of life
For battles rage on with an endless strife
For we ask what is the price of freedom
And why does it only show in kingdom

I look upon the moonlight wandering
Looking at the skies above pondering
What is the essential question I ask?
Is it happiness or is it a task?
Why are we chosen to fight in a war?
When we don’t even know what were fighting for?

We fear for the safety of our daughters.
Because of an ancient hymn sung by the waters.
For the destiny we seek is not ours
And the price of freedom we seek is chosen by the hours.

Desiree, Sabria and I went to Friday’s today. We spent about two and a half hours sitting, eating, and talking. The topic of our conversation ranged from the quality of the relationships we have with our parents to our plans for the next few months, before graduation. This is one of many outings we plan to vent and catch-up with one another. As a birthday gift, Desiree covered the cost of my meal and dessert, which we all split. I love them sincerely and look forward to our next mini-gathering.

P.S. I have been eating out a lot lately and I am going out to eat (again) tomorrow. Culinary lessons will be undertaken ASAP.

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What do the green really mean
What do money actually bring
If you just look around and not just in the pockets
For the love of money makes life so out of pocket
It's the government main topic
It's something we spend, but afraid to drop it
It's the root of all evil but a piece of security
It provide food, clothes, and expensive jewelry
Money has a dark side and a light side
Do you spend your money wisely?
Yes?
No?
Maybe?
Probably?

after that conversation people were less afraid but still nervous. We checked the stock and there were a shit load of things to take. Gannon got his glock back, and I divided the guns up and the rest went to storage. There were enough pistols for everyone to have one and plenty of shotguns and even assault rifles, smgs the works. Of course we didn’t give them out to the younger ones. Jacob came up to me as I was trying to pick out what new side arm I wanted “hey man, take this” he handed me our dads glock. “your better with it, and you deserve it. I was always sort of a bad brother but its only because I was jealous, your better then me” this gesture was extremely surprising to me. I took the gun and looked up at him and smiled

            “no man you’re a great brother, bad brothers get along” he smiled

            “well I guess your being a bad brother right now huh” we laughed

            “I guess so, but now’s a good time….i appreciate you taking over when I was…well you know.”

            “sure…can I ask you something”

            “sure”

            Jacob paused for a while. “how much do you like Jen” I laughed almost but kept it in

            “go for her man” Jacob looked up and smiled

            “thanks”

 

            shortly after looking at the guns I made a decision. So far this store had a entertainment room, a sleeping quarters , a food center, a parkour area. We even made a makeshift shower out of the water system. The electric still worked and the water still ran.  Even the internet worked, and xbox live had some people still online. It was really quite amazing. But if I thought about it eventually we will run out of supplies, eventually we will run out of everything. We need to learn how to survive. Before all of this I was a scout. I could shoot, and I could fight, but I can’t protect everyone.

            I walked over to the food court and found john was the only one eating at the time, “hey john, I want to call a meeting help me by telling people when your done?”

            “sure” he smiled “your coming up with your own ideas again?”

            “maybe” I smiled and walked away. Things were looking up. I still felt empty but at least I had once again found purpose.

           

            Eventually everyone gathered and I was able to talk to everyone. I explained my plan as best I could. We had guns, we had enough ammo to supply the U.S military, and we all had a will to kill. I was going to train them. All of them. John and ted would be in charge of the physical parts of it, and everyone will learn parkour, I would  be in charge of gun safety and how to shoot 101. Everyone was to be armed by the time they were trained. “we will have our own personal army by Christmas hopefully if we work hard enough”

            “why do we need this?” Dan my brother asked “arent we safe here?”

            “yes, but we can’t live here forever, or at least not without restocking.” the meeting was over, and I was tired, I went to lay down and just sat there. The one thing about a zombie infested world. Everybody’s an insomniac.

            “smit!” johns voice woke me up  and he seemed almost out of breath “ I need to talk to you! Its important!” my heart skipped a beat, and I nodded and reached for my gun.

 

The lost man fell
and went trough hell
but didn’t give up
kept going, with an empty cup

The lost man fought
for what he sought
with no wish for peace
his life on lease

The lost man found
some decent ground
He stood up straight
hoped it wasn’t too late

The lost man
Lost no more
found himself
a little whore

The lost man, lost again

They say love don’t last
“they” don’t know us
They say people die
They just lie

We say love can last
We know our past
We know Love
Thats why deaths a lie

They say a lot,
They are all fools
They smoke pot
They use their tools

We don’t use pot
We still fly
We know a lot
We wont ever die

Love happens, then our life starts, Death is just the next step,
a step to something better

I played with how I told stories, and the amount of detail, I’m special interested to hear how I did with this short story:


There was a table in the corner, I remember, a table that was not there before. It was a short table, maybe 3 foot, made out of oak, finely polished, standing on four legs. The table was familiar and yet I don’t recall ever seeing it. What was on the table was what really got me, there was a picture on it, and there I was in the picture, with a beautiful woman. The woman had dark hair, and beautiful brown eyes, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.  I knew her from somewhere, but where? I looked down at my glass, the clear dark liquid shown my reflection.  An old tired face, gray hair, I took a long sip, the alcohol burning my old chapped lips.  As I finished the drink, I stumbled a bit before pouring myself another class, I had opened a new bottle of whiskey. The picture began to blur as I realized that I was going to pass out before I got to drink anymore. Then I remembered the picture, my wife, our wedding day, the table. She had carved it herself, for me, for us. I passed out with thoughts of seeing her again, I prayed, I wouldn’t wake up.

Your all I need
Everything I want
You’re my speed
Tell me what you want

I’ll try my best
to give you everything
and I wont rest
not for anything

Are you happy?
Or is life crappy?
let me know,
so I can show
I’ll be here for you

always here for you
you know its true
so just tell me
are you happy?