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Feb 08 2007

A Great Day

Today was a great day.

        I felt my life finally meant something.   Self-satisfaction flooded my being as I gazed dreamily toward the horizon.    The far, green hills rolled endlessly to as far  I could see.   Mystic white clouds scathed the light, cheery blue sky.   A gray leaf hung in the air like dust on a pin.   Each blade of grass around me stood tall and clear, almost as if they were knives with just a slight shade of the most beautiful jade green.

        The sun had yet to fully rise.   I had never before seen the sun only half way up.   Its unholy crimson rays flooded the valley beyond and lit the clouds around it with a tinge of dark violet.   I stared hard into the core of our magnificent star, in hopes of seeing its pure and true  color, but it only allowed me to see its modest white and yellow.

        I glanced to my right and then to my left.   My thoughts whirled as I realized how close I was approaching at last, to realizing my goal and purpose.   No longer will I wander aimlessly; no longer will I fly through storm and weather.   At last, my path is clear and bitter.

        The squirrel, just near me, gave a slight shudder.   A slow and solumn wind climbed the hills towards us.   The leaf, that had once hung so still, gave way and shattered on the stone below.   A lone wolf sat atop a cliff in the distant, ready to set off a depressing cry.   The madman who followed me, held up his pride.

        Yet, none of that mattered, for time stood still.   I watched as the caterpillar in the tree wound its way ever so slowly into a cacoon.   I yearned to move forward and learn of its results, but I forced myself not to and held on ever so dearly.

        I then remembered for the moment, the purpose of my life of which I had just discovered.   Time went quickly.   I felt my neck crumble and break.   The pop of my throat, as my head flew out into the depths, released a happy sigh from the stranger before me.   A firm, but sloppy hand grabbed and held me at the rim.   I was tilted steadily, my contents emptied, my soul removed.

        The madman swayed happily, drunk and giddy.   I lay broken, destroyed but at last, with a purpose.

Broken 
Beer 
Bottle

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