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A New Section Composed Entirely Of Shit Not Composed By Myself
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Chris You Sly Devil... Excellent Work Friend
Anna loved to dance ever since she was a little girl. Her parents realized early
on that she had a serious talent for it. Ballet became her life. All through
high school, Anna made ballet her first priority. Her social life suffered
seriously, but she was so set on her goal of becoming a professional dancer that
she was willing to make those sacrifices. Her parents encouraged her throughout
the years; they were very wealthy due to her fathers chain of “Hal’s Hardware”
stores I 5 cities. When she turned 18, her parents bought her an apartment in
New York, the dance capital of the world. She began auditioning for small roles
in major productions, and actually got a few parts. But although she was getting
parts, making any money was really a problem. She decided that she needed to get
a job on her days off.
She finally found a job at an Italian restaurant about five minutes from her
house. She would work 3 days a week, and dance every hour she wasn’t working.
She set up mirrors in her apartment, and thanks to her dad, a hard wood floor
was installed. She danced until she couldn’t even move. She was sleeping less
and less. But she didn’t care, she had to practice more if she was going to be a
professional.
Anna began to develop serious medical problems, her diet of coke, popcorn and
carrots were starting to have very detrimental effects on her body. She would
run out of breath easier, got dizzy if she worked to hard, and was having to
sleep more and more. She went to an audition for a performance of Swan Lake.
During her solo audition, she became quite tired and messed up on the easiest of
steps. After he audition, she went straight to the bath room. She began to
hyperventilate. Another girl came over to calm her down. “try some of this” the
girl said as she held out a small paper pouch full of cocaine. Anna took one big
snort of it and went out for her second audition. She was suddenly filled with
energy, and she was nailing every move. For then on, Cocaine became her new
fuel.
Anna hadn’t had a boyfriend in over 5 years. Being 25 now and still working
at the Italian restaurant and hooked on coke, her dreams of dancing
professionally were beginning to fade. She made herself believe that more work
was necessary to succeed…the came Michael.
Michael was the new guy at the restaurant. He was quite handsome and had
excellent white teeth and a large build. Anna always had a thing for physically
fit people, especially men. She always caught Michael looking at her as she
worked the front of the restaurant. She really loved him, she knew he was the
one right away, but how to make him realize this.
Anna began to leave little hints for Michael. Accidentally bumping into him,
complementing him on his excellent hair style. Michael began dropping her hints
too, she knew it. Michael was a perfectionist, every table her set was perfect.
The forks were exactly 1 inch from the edge of the table, the plate exactly in
the middle, the flowers ever so slightly to one side. Every table was perfect.
But all of a sudden one of his forks would be slightly turned sideways. Anna
made sure to correct it. This was a sign, he was interested. The following
weeks, Michael began to leave more and more signs for Anna. She began to be able
to decipher his codes. The sideways fork said that he was interested, but the
glass on the wrong side meant that he wasn’t quite ready yet. That was good she
thought, she needed to perfect a dance to seduce him with. She began practicing
frantically to perfect it. Her cocaine addiction was growing, she was up to
about an ounce and a half a week. But it kept her going, and she lost even more
weight, which she loved.
It was almost September and Anna knew that she would be leaving for Europe for
a tour with a Ballet group. She knew that despite the fact she wanted to be the
waiting one, she had to make a move for Michael. Besides the signs were all
there, The fork said he was interested, the wrong size plate said he was
excited, and he no longer put the glass on the wrong side!! She was ecstatic. As
Michael was leaving work, Anna caught up with him. She had heard he was a coke
user too and offered some to him. He accepted and thanked her. “ I got a whole
lot more at my house if you want to come over”. He accepted again and her
followed her in his car. Anna was so excited, the night she had been planning
for weeks had finally come. Her dance she had been planning for weeks was ready
and she had everything planned out.
They got up to her apartment and Anna went an got her ashtray, full of cocaine,
from her bedroom. The cocaine fueled long conversations about absolute non
sense, but to them it was quite interesting. Anna did most of the talking
however, as Michael always had his face in the ashtray, rip after rip of coke.
It was getting late. “I want to dance for you” said Anna. Michael began to look
a little nervous but he agreed to stay to watch her dance. Anna went into her
perfected erotic dance that was sure to make him melt she knew it. He was as
good as hers now. Surprisingly though, he seemed to get very un comfortable and
kept looking at the clock. Anna moved through the Climax of the dance and jumped
onto his lap and began kissing his neck. Michael pushed her off and got up. “
I’m sorry Anna I didn’t want this!” he yelled. What did he mean he didn’t want
it? The fork, the glass, it all pointed to this, how could he not want it. “But
I love you Michael, I love you so much. Love me” she screamed wrapping her arms
around him. He pushed her away, “look Anna, I don’t know if you’re blind or
what, but I ‘m gay!” He screamed at her. Gay?? How could her man be gay. Anna
was so entrenched in her own fantasies of love and desire for Michael that she
never noticed him getting picked up by his roommate Calvin every other day that
he worked. She was devastated. She ran to the kitchen, and straight to the
bathroom. Michael went after her. “Look Anna I’m sorry, I didn’t know this is
what you wanted” he pleaded. He could here her moaning and sobbing like a baby.
“Let me in Anna please”. The door opened, Anna was curled up in a ball on the
floor. “Lets talk about this, please Anna” he pleaded again. Anna look up at him
and began to cry, he bent down to comfort her. Suddenly Anna thrusted a large
knife straight into Michaels heart. He made some sound of a man drowning in
water and then collapsed. Anna lay there looking at what she had done. She was
in a state of total shock. How did it come to this she said. The fork meant he
was interested, the wrong plate meant he was excited, and the movement of the
glass said he was ready. What went wrong. She looked down at the bloodied knife
in her hand.
Hide the body, said the knife.
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The World According To Ry-Gore
'War on drugs' what a joke...the worst being the commercials for 'drugs support terrorism'...
misguided Jimmy- "All i did was smoke 'the pot' with a friend, and i caused the world trade center attacks"
silly Suzy- "They pressured me to take 'drugs' and i helped fund a terrorist training camp"
coked out hick- " I like frickin coke ay!"
PHILCORE- " It's funny that supposebly drugs support terrorism, even though i don't think that marijuana grown in BC or cocaine imported from south america is in anyway connected to terrorism, perhaps heroin being as it is made in afghanistan, but then again the taliban and other such extremist types outlawed the growing of popies for opium and therefore one can conclude that drug money made from the profits of selling heroin or opium was used to feed some farmers family(being as there are no real sources of income in countries such as afghanistan)as opposed to be used to buy box cutters. It would seem more likely that after the Russian army invaded Afghanistan in the late 1970's and the United States came to 'help' (excuse to kill russians) and after the Russians were expelled in the mid 1980's the US left behind an even more broken down country than when they got there because they cared more about beating russians in a game of world wide chess than in the lives of the people they were there fighting for and so they left without any humanitarian efforts to rebuild or any financial help to the country and leave if full of 'freedom fighters' (on the side of the US during the Russian invasion, including one Osama Bin Laden) who only know one thing war, therefore creating a spawning ground for terrorism and extremist ideas to flourish. In conclusion the US and Russia and there conflicts are the true source of the terrorism responsible for the september 11th attacks and many other terrorist activities (not all, but if one was to do an inquest into the matter one would find the US and Russian conflicts at the centre of broken down terrorist filled countries that we see today.) So remember don't trust government, there is no point in having government unless you feel that you need someone to rule you and tell you what to do, Anarchy...no gods, no masters"
labotomized Philcore- " Smoking marijuana destroyed my life, it caused me to question the nature of my reality and to wonder if everything the government does is right like they say it is, and i helped the evil terrorists around the world buy a box cutter from the local hardware store...I was wrong and now I am a happy productive worker" * falls out of chair as blood begins to ooze out of back of neck where a 'thought purifier' is protruding.
...Just remember love is life, and hate is living death
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