A creature of peace unless disrespected. An animal who feels no aggression, only fear when logic proves reason to be. An animal that reads your body language and empathizes your feelings. If you’re calm, he’s calm. If your stressed he is stressed. If you’re fearful he is fearful. People often don’t understand him, and immediately resort to hatred and disgust, based on stereotypes and a lack of compassion. Despite these ugly people, he finds himself unbothered and content. Because trivial issues serve no purpose to him. They say be free as a bird, I also like to think, be grounded like a snake. Know when to leave, know when to stay, know who sends you bad vibes, and know who doesn’t pose a threat. With that, they have no reason to show aggression or fear. It is that simple. Not everything has to be difficult, and he is a reminder every day that not everything deserves a reaction.
Case #1107; Address: 510 Acowiz Grove, Plurycin It had 4 limbs. The bottom half moved similar to the top end but the hands had elongated fingers and thumbs. Good working thumbs. It stood upright, all bare flesh except on the head and bits on the face from what I could tell. It wasn’t a very menacing creature physically, but the way its eyes ready my body and looked around the room looking for a plan there was no doubt of substantial intelligence. I couldn’t see its teeth. I don’t know what it may eat. It had no claws or spines. No armor besides what looks similar to the cloth we have. I’ve never seen anything like it. And then it spoke in an all too familiar tongue. Never have we encountered a species that could speak our tongue. It looked nothing like the creatures on this planet. Have I discovered the men from space we’ve always imagined were out there? Is this the start of something new? I just hope they are the friendly kind, not the evil kind that take over and colonize other planets. For now we have it stunned into a sleep and transporting him to the Bio Hub to find out more information.
January 8th, 1982 Today I dropped a syringe. I know in retrospect it does not seem like a grand deal. One would imagine that it is a regular occurrence that patients would expect to happen in our care. God, it is all my fault, and I can never forgive myself nor find salvation in you. But I cannot tell another soul, there is too much riding on this path for me. I thought that it would be easier to check on Mrs. Roberts on my way to give Mr. Salvador his routine injection. Two birds one stone right? But as I reached over Mrs. Roberts to check her heartbeat the shot slipped out of my fingers and dove right into her forearm. Fortunately enough for me she was in a coma, so I quickly took the syringe with me and rushed to Mr. Salvador’s room, pretending to give him the shot as I had no time to grab a new one. He did not know any different, this was his daily bread. I could not risk it. I thought to myself; what is the worst that could happen from this? I promise my intentions were not those of malice. The most dreadful events followed, that is what happened. Mrs. Roberts went into cardiac arrest within ten minutes, we could not save her. Had I not been so selfish in the first place, I would have remembered why Mrs. Roberts was in a coma in the first place. Thus we lost Mr. Salvador a few weeks later, to AIDS, the death sentence took over in his already weak state. Two birds one stone has lost all of its irony. The concept of harmlessness will be a stranger everywhere I walk. The Devil will be my only friend. And the guilt will haunt me, casting nightmares as I sleep. I will never dream again. I am sure I am going to hell, for I know now I am a murderer. No amount of repent will save my soul. And saying something now sure as hell will not save me. So I suppose this is farewell, my Lord.
I’ll love you till Arby’s goes vegetarian I’ll love you till a dog doesn’t go to heaven I’ll love you till ten ain’t afraid of seven On a scale from one to ten you’re an eleven
They say the honeymoon phase never lasts But I’ve loved you more as the time has passed I love you infinity Cause an less just ain’t enough
I’ll love you when you look a mess I’ll never love you any less To you my heart I must confess You’re my greatest life success
I’ll put you first never selfish I’ll watch you game or we could fish Moments with you I cherish If I could make a single wish
I’d wish for a magic button That can teleport you to me The sight of you is stunning In the sun and in my dreams
(I ended up developing this into a a cutesy love song)
Will my sisters forgive me for straying? Am I traitor to believe that men aren’t monsters? Our society has been built on the idea that all men are bad, and risks to avoid as we don’t need them. None of us had fathers, we were all produced in labs. Now I’ve encountered something new visiting the big city. A feeling that is foreign, I feel it deep inside my stomach. I catch myself intrigued, perhaps infatuated by these attractive men walking the streets. This one guy in particular has my eyes locked in. He is very attentive, scanning behind and next to him. He notices me staring and shoots a wink that sends my heart in overdrive. Attached to his hand grips a little girl, probably 5 or 6 years old. She must feel so safe in her father’s reach. She laughs with ice cream dripping down the corners of her mouth and looks up at him with adoration. There is something I am attracted to about his masculinity. Strong yet gentle. My society has tried so hard to show strength under our socially viewed gentle nature for women. Why doesn’t the same go for men? Why didn’t we support their gentle nature hidden by hard masculinity? Women can be just as bad as men. It was at this point I realized that the problem isn’t men, and its not women. It’s people who want to dictate your desires projected by their own shitty experiences. My concern now is that the women will see me as a traitor and turn on me. I am not their enemy, I simply disagree with them. I hope they can see that.
It can turn any organism into a victim, however it is a victim itself. The rain, rivers, the ocean; water is at the mercy of both the earth, and of what floats in the sky and upward. The waters know what it means to be battered to and fro. Wind forces the rain droplets it stole to whatever direction it pleases. The moon orchestrates the tides on its own timing. The elements force water to create starving hurricanes, developed roaring tsunamis, gravity influences rapid waters and unexpected waterfalls, the ocean keeps to itself all but 5 percent of its inhabitants. The list of crimes water can commit is long. It pulls you under, a hostage masked as a selfish thief. It’s easy to forgot water is only a vessel for others. Yet every living thing on our plant needs it to live. We are afraid of it, but know it is led by the strings of its puppeteers. All we can do is turn the fear into respect. Water will make your tears disappear faster than anything else on this planet could.
If it is to be it is up to me So I’ll put in the work to make it be! With karma by my side I know I can provide When my business prospers I will be free
Blood sweat and tears driven by dedication Can’t give up my pinnacle creation No you cannot stop me! When my path gets hazy I keep in my mind that dream vacation
I feel horrid. My stomach has wedged itself into my rib cage. Swallowing is hard, and I can barely breathe. My toes flex until my foot almost cramps. I dance back and forth to avoid cramping up. I stand back against my locker and dart my eyes around the hall. I see one of my friends walk by but she is too far, I can’t speak. I hope that my eye contact can save me but alas I am literally a wallflower. I want to cry so bad, but it’ll only make it worse. I feel as if anyone approaches me I will break in tears. I can’t believe this is happening, I am utterly mortified right now.
