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With my music blaring and the bus wriggling its mass along the downtown roads, I noticed a young woman, maybe 20 years old, talking on her cell phone.  She had that fake orange tan like she'd been somewhere exotic for months, and bleached blonde hair, with noticeable brown roots.  Sure, any guy would go for her, and that would be it.  Most times I just glanced over people on the bus, but there was something peculiar about her. I turned down my tribute-worthy blessings and listened to this lady's conversation, despite the fact I knew I was eavesdropping.  Her shocked red face, wide bloodshot eyes, and exasperated tone was enough to tell me sh

When The Music Stops 12 strikes and I'm awake, The sense of overwhelming uncertainty infiltrated my brain. What I had seen in my sleep, What had happened in my dream,  What was soon to come. I retreated to my mechanical sanctuary. Still uncertain in this blood curdling, spine twitchingly cold hallows eve night. The jacket in the back made up for the broken heater, Not too effectively, but in these last moments, it'll suffice. With the bittersweet smell of chemical exhaust and a hesitant radio, I was off on my midnight appointment. So call me stoic, I knew what I was doing, As always. The dashboard clock read 12:37 and it did

In times before, it meant having a choice, But lately this choice is less of which it used to be. It's hardly a choice when you're forced to take one for your favored party; Voting for a gossiped Vietnam informer or a Christian with a speech impediment. Both ignoring controversies over life's issues, And both tainted by childish antics and mudslinging of their past attempts. This so called 'election' tires our mental abilities far more than needed. Voting for some one you despise because the other disgusts you even more shouldn't be defined as a 'choice'. Now the only patriotic ones are the martyrs sacrificing themselves over a fool's

She lets that moment sink in,  Just before the next move. She waits for a simple reply, Even though he has no idea what to say. She glances at a pair of green eyes, Just for some eye contact. And She prolongs each conversation, Even though she was supposed to leave 5 minutes ago. She lives for any extra time they could get to see each other, Even though she refrains from that ice rink. She tells him how adorable he really is, Just because she really thinks so. She envies every beautiful woman, Even though he says she's beautiful the way she is. And She stares down every other slut that tries to make a move, Just because