So there's this one guy, right? And all these people- people just like him- seem to like this guy for some reason. They hang around him a bit, and even ask him for money or borrow him money or stuff like that, you know? Real normal kinda crap, are we clear? I mean, it seems like this guy's got friends, but he has this tendancy of pissin' people off real bad, okay? Just seems to really mess things up, whenever someone starts blabbin' about whose right, whose wrong, opinionated kinda crap, you know.
Only thing is, this guy's got this big friggin' dream he keeps havin', where people just... they just friggin' think, know what I mean? They stop listening to this Televangelist type bull they hear on TV, stop just followin' orders from some pastor or whoever the hell says he knows what they mean, some politician cause he says he's republican or democrat, and just friggin' think.
And this dream is reoccuring, every night, never fails.
You know who that guy is, don't you? That guy is your neighbor, your friend, your teacher, maybe your enemy.
I'd like to think that guy is me.
"What good fortune for those in power in that people do not think."
-Adolph Hitler
Note-
Paradox is being discontinued. Reason:
It pretty much just sucks.
"Dead Run" will continued whenever the idea tickles my fancy once again. Until then, enjoy "State of Nature" and the flash fiction I'll be putting up soon. Don't stop being cool.
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