SUNSHINE

When the world eloped with time, whatever was left, was left to fend for themselves. And all creatures big and small had to get used to the passing of their environment with the ticking seconds. All had to evolve or be intoxicated with extinction and end.

One man thought of a brilliant idea, and started to clock time. He did so for 2 purposes: one was to predict when his end would come, the second was to predict when everything else ends.

He had his way for a while, even though everything else became clear: everything ends, it's just a matter of when. With that, he regretted clocking time, and teaching others to do so. And as the world continues to run, he saw an unending predicament for the rest of the living - they would pursue death over the celebration of life. The mustangs went berserk in their exodus to suicide; lions populated into smaller numbers; insects of all kinds lived shorter lives; humans trived and began celebrating death.

Then, one little flower decided to reverse the effects of this single man's deeds by offering itself to the world. Figure it out.
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After all that incredulous tanning last week, I'm peeling badly due to the over-exposure. Not that I'm looking like some monster, just that, because of the way I reach for my back, I actually have a pair of wing's on it now. Cool eh! Sorry, no pictures, underqualified, uncool, and undersirably well enough to present my tanned lines.

So, I decided to smooth out the patches with a minor tan coming Friday hoping it will at least look not so obvious! For those who promised to hit the beach with me since eons ago, yeah right.
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Ran past the bakery today and saw a little boy holding his teddy, watching the storekeeper lining the shelves with hot toast. I bet he wasn't hungry, but just fascinated by the rows upon rows of bread.

When was the last time you had time to marvel at simple joys?
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This categories thingy on tblog is quite irritating. Can I just have a post that is UNCATEGORISED? All my posts since the upgrade has been like... MISCELLANEOUS? What is so MISCELLANEOUS about my rants? Am I being MISCELLANEOUS to talk about feelings and emotions? Or is it MISCELLANEOUS to discuss politics? Pardon my insolences - maybe that's MISCELLANEOUS.