If only the words That go through my mind Came out of my mouth But they don’t. The most important things Stay buried inside From most they hide But for some they flow Like a waterfall. My thoughts drive my life. My actions drive my thoughts. More often My actions drive my thoughts. Those thoughts never flow For a human soul to hear My life is great But what if it’s not? What am I missing? The sky turns to black And there’s nothing.

My aunt once had a smoothie for breakfast- she always did. She had to get to work. She turned on the blender And the fruit was still. She turned up the speed And the fruit was still, But she had a nauseous feeling In her stomach. If only I had been there. If only I had been there When it came. I could have stopped her, But that aunt of mine Kept turning up the speed, Seeking food And losing her soul. She opened the lid To see what was the matter, But the fruits had an odd texture. The cup was filled with berries Made of fleshy, bloody cells And when she looked inside it She slipped and fell to her grave.

Even the dead tell stories. People dont have to be carcasses in the ground To have their insides rot. We all need Jesus.

ipse est electus et salvator magnus redemptor qui passus est ut possimus ire domum passus est pro totius mundi doloribus ut non sint soli et in aeternum praedicabimus Magnificetur dominus! Nunc caelum est ubique Magnificetur Dominus! semel ambulavimus in dolore et timore et nunc possum sentire caelum prope cantare domus est ubicumque es ubi sum in corde tuo et ibi manebo dum me vis gratias ago tibi, amico meo, salvatori, et omnibus meis.

Where were you when the lights went out? Our land is alive. The scope of the subject presented in this work is expressed in the title page. When shall we three meet again? I’m not exactly sure when I first started seeing the numbers. Love is patient and kind. It was in a church in Munich that I saw him- a balding, heavyset man in a gray overcoat, a brown felt hat clutched between his hands. It started with Hanson. Tush! Never tell me. I take it much unkindly. As if the strings were thine; shouldst know of this. Now, in a place as crowded as this, I’m afraid we’ll never be found. Otto looked up from the book. This is a game for those who don’t like games. Animals do not sleep- at night they stand over the World like a stone wall. Have a hot dog! Good morning, merry sunshine! So. No one has neatly defined law in all its aspects. When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.

I was walking to school one day from seminary and a guy came up to me and offered me a can of beans. He said they were all he had to make money from, and I didnʻt have any money, so passed him by. I hadnʻt seen anything strange that morning, so of course it was fine. I watched choir friends scatter as I headed for latin class. The room was fun and the people were kind as always. So I went on with my day. Translations werenʻt too bad- I mean he even let us watch a video about gladiators! Anyways he called for our papers and we went to bring them to him. When I went over there, I saw a faint figure in the window- just standing there. I thought it might be a landscaper. Then the man crossed the window-beans in hand. Then his face flashed on the screen foe a milisecond with nothing but the words, “Memento Mori.” Remember, you will die.

Later that day I had almost forgotten about it. Everything was back to normal. I still wondered what the heck happened- or if it was some kind of crazy coincidence. The teachers hadnʻt seen anything. “Maybe,” I thought, “it was just the tiredness. Stress or something.” That was calming. I didnʻt worry about the man coming back.

Until he showed up on my doorstep.

Donʻt eat the Mike & Ikes they say, But I ate them anyway. I ate when I was so thirsty And then they shook my hands.

This is a game- You do things daily to keep yourself alive And go about your merry way, Enjoying life and Living to the fullest.

Donʻt eat the Mike & Ikes they say, Theyʻll make your blood flow wonky Youʻll fall and glitch and have an itch Theyʻll pound your head like sausage.

No way to fix your blood-o-meter When the machineʻs out Your dadʻs making more machines But at work heʻs still about.

You eat a banana And stop passing out But your head Begins To glitch.

I stepped out of my reading class As my teacher smiled and told me, “Be careful out there.”

I walked into the middle office And asked the registar what she needed.

It wasnʻt until I got to the teacherʻs lounge that I spotted five office aids with the same papers in hand- Soaked in blood and dead on the floor With smiles and gashes down their faces.

I ran and got the office ladies to come the horror, but when we came back they were gone. I guessed it was all a nightmare and tried to wake up. They gave me a recomendation letter to the schoolʻs scottland trip and held it out to me. I tried to run but the papers were in my hands and the cards had been delt. I felt nothing and smiled, but then fell back with blood in my mouth.

It begins. I step into a maze of a house as the door slams behind me. Thereʻs nothing but a wall and only one will leave alive. I told them it was a bad idea- we all know what happened here so many years ago. Nothing now to do but pray I die a less than painful death. The air is filled with daffodils- it all seems alright, and when I turn the corner I am filled with delight. Somewhere someone screams in terror and then we all go silent. I guess this horor game has finally gotten violent. I sink into the basement and try to catch my breath as the three left around me try to cheat their death. Then I hear a voice call me from upstairs in the den- a room I know so well since I was little- itʻs my friend. She hollers that itʻs okay and the building has been seized, but when I step into the room, her flesh is torn by bees. I try to hide behind rhe curtain but what do I see? A black room and a china doll with eyes both red and green. I smash the doll on the floor with force, and pry its eyeballs out, I donʻt stop until I know Iʻm safe without a doubt. I look out the window, free, and what do I see? That same china doll-and more- all smiling at me.

Iʻm your little china doll I hear your footseps in the hall I watch your eyes twitch while you sleep And think of stabbing my fingers deep If you donʻt find me soon Youʻll never again see the moon So close your eyes, the day is done. Oh, murderʻs so much fun!