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Hollywood Hillz

They say,
even for scum, that
it has potential. Potential
unless you act on it.

A cute puppy has more potential
to become a better
human than I
Sometimes, you can actually feel
it when something is
unbearably idiotic.
As if your
(or lack thereof)
was being tenderized by a
waste of time.
Nothing hurts a working
more than that.

Working mind, as in,
a mind that constantly
has the need to best another.
in itself,
an addiction. Though, if it
wins consistently,
it makes the rules.
Not unlike history is made in
accordance to those with more
Fighting to win,
sadly reaps more benefits
fighting for
a cause.

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a picture is one thing, but picture a picture of a picture

“You’re having one of those days again, aren’t you?” He said to the check-out girl as she broodily scanned the three bottles of wine. She looks up to see the man in his pajamas then the clock on the register, registering the fact that the pacific time zone stated it was still ante meridiem. “Ditto. I’m trying to fight this thing off, what about you?” She said as seraphically as she could.

Sadness before noon is no way to start a day. Some brood, some drink, telltale signs of the infinite abyss being easier to fall into, than to fall upward into the eternal light of blah blah blah. The catch is that it’s contagious, and there are only a handful of people in the world with the immunological prose that can stand or even reverse it. Those few are the real treasures, even angels-on-earth, but they’re better known as friends, or bff’s. Even if most of us are underachievers, we can all afford to try a bit harder.

The man returned that afternoon with a mixed CD to give to the check-out girl. She smiled as if the sun peaked out briefly on a cloudy day, restoring hope on planet earth, even momentarily. Little did she know, the man did not make the CD, in fact it was a gift given to him by another person in hopes of achieving the same gift he just received. The point being, that gesture meant something to someone. The little things in life could end up being the biggest things in death.

There’s no better way to come off uninteresting than by stating you’re interested in everything.

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