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It must be the trash strike at Taormina Industries. Those nice little strikes where everyone cries to get more money. Hmmm, many businesses also keep crying for more money, so I guess striking for money is an obvious solution to get more money from businesses who also cry for money money. It’s a win win, and a whine whine situation. The most loathed thing in most houses is not sitting on the streets in bins, waiting to be picked up. Like a priceless jewel that no one fantasizes about anymore. Or a date where everyone wants to get rid of the date, and there isn’t anyone out there who wants your date. Hmm, a date and a trash can. What a retarded example to try to strike up a resemblance. Doesn’t matter.

I see a dump truck on the road. But what route is he going to? What route? I don’t know. No one wants this trash anymore. A strike at a business like this and people who only want their trash to disappear get affected.

It’s ok. One day they’ll pick up the trash. One day. Hopefully. Maybe the trash needs a liason to help fetch a new owner. Or maybe we all need flamethrowers to burn the trash in our backyards. Who knows. At least the cats are hovering around the trash cans every night, like desperate people hovering around dumb young dates. Every house on every street has now 3 main things in common:

1. A house, obviously
2. Trees or some green yard
3. Trash cans of the exact same colors, quality, size and make, right in front

The cars are moving. The people are moving. The cats are moving. But the trash cans are not moving. They’re here to stay. Who knew people would be fighting over trash in one form or the other. It is the day the trash stood still.

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What can I do? I hold their hands and lead them again
since it’s not in my nature to say “Shoo!”
Once we got close to the light,
the light that might not only make us better
but also bring us closer and bind us in the light of life
they run away, seeking other hands to hold onto for temporary pleasures.
I’m here, as usual, as always,
with nothing but the vision of light and the depth of darkness in my heart
one thing I also have besides these two things
is the memories and love of life, the memory and love for humanity, and the memory and love of and for others
No matter what you do to me
as long as you don’t set out to hurt me intentionally
I’ll always love you and be here, waiting for you, for without love
there is no reason to live life, and without reason,
there is no purpose. That’s what I always told you
and that’s what I’ll hopefully always believe in.
This dark path is beautiful too, since it has a lot of memories
memories of you and me together, of us working together
to get rid of our miseries.
We’ve come a long way indeed,
even though I’m sad that you keep remembering me only when you’re sad
and not that much when you want to share your happiness
and not that much when you want to be with someone
I’m happy, and I’m hopeful
that one day we’ll be closer than ever before
for this dark path has taught me
that with each step I take,
both the light and the darkness start loving each other
and start holding each others’ hands,
like no one in the universe has ever done before.
For if the light never existed,
no one would ever know what darkness means
and if the darkness never existed,
no one would ever know what light really means.

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I ignore her calls as she calls again and again,
I know my hiding and struggle will only be in vain,
I finally find the book I’ve been looking for,
she also finds the victim that she has been searching for,

She asks me why I didn’t answer my phone,
I said these days I was rarely at home,
she cut me and said she was talking about my cell,
I acted really surprised and asked her if she called and when,

She said she just called to hang out with me,
I told her that I would love to whenever I was free,
She asked if I was joking when I wrote on facebook I was gay,
I thought if I told her I was serious, she would pursue some other prey

I told her I wasn’t joking, I was in fact really gay,
I had to say that since she was stalking me since last May,
I knew the joke on facebook did some good after all,
She stood there in shock in such a way, I really thought she would just fall,

She controlled her reaction and simply giggled it away,
She told me that she was also busy and that exams were headed her way,
She begged her leave after a few minutes of talking,
I knew I had finally found some peace from all her stalking

I know she will soon find out that I was simply joking,
And I know after that into my personal life she’ll always be poking,
Why is it that the friends you cherish are the ones that torture you the most,
and the people you avoid are the ones that haunt you like angry perverted ghosts?

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I was almost amused by this scene. I told him I came out to see if he could first do the other side of the grass first and then come near my window. He apologized very politely. I felt bad, since I realized he was only doing his job. I told him that it’s ok, he can keep on smoking. I don’t mind. He was surprised but happy since he thought I was cool or something and would probably never report him or give him any headaches.

As I got back into my room, I took out a ruined decoration piece and went out and gave it to him and told him to put the buds and anything in it, and I won’t mind. I also told him to leave the ashtray-wannabe-piece near the back door and not to empty it, as I would empty it myself in the kitchen.

Well, I went back to sleep as I couldn’t stand being up any longer with the stupid pain. After a few hours I got up again and went to the garden. He was gone, but the cigarette remains were there. I took closeup of those pics. I’ll post a link to them soon here.

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