STIMULUS AND RESPONSEScientists constantly test things in their labs to better understand the world. They control elements that theyve mastered, they figure new things, they create the stimulus and record the response. What they do every day is manage something smaller than themselves, something fairly mundane, in truth, and fairly safe.In this aspect, I am the ultimate Scientist. For, you see, Ive broken from the mundane trappings of tables and the gears of the war machine to actually creating responses in people, in life, in the world. Ive always done this. Ill purposefuly do something simply to see how it plays out. Ill initiate a sequence all for the enjoyment of seeing peoples reactions, their respsonse. And unlike elements, which tend to have similair responses every time, a different person will most always have a different response. So, mmm, have I mastered the people around me yet? Perhaps. Its so fun to see them dance around like lab-rats, playing into my gran
GET AWAY FROM ME"Just- Get away from me!!", she screamed, a look of distress over her emerald eyes. I would watch her, wondering what I did wrong, wondering what in this world could have made things this way.Shed just shake her head, her short, auburn hair ruffling over her shoulders. No words would pass in that moment. Though, we both knew what was happening to me.My entire heart breaking, all the memories of my times with her, how I shared it all with her, how I gave her my heart, how we kissed in the rain, all my promises of future things to come, all the things I gave her, that ring on her finger, how I was the one there when she had no one, how she was the only thing that comforted me when the world was against me.Now all that was gone. She was gone. I bet shes smiling. I bet shes got a new victim now.So why am I here? Why do I bore you with all this? Its pretty simple. I just want to tell you to never put in more than you cant stand to lose. Dont rush thin
THE MAN THAT HATED EVERYTHINGThere was once a boy whom grew into a fine man. This man, however, hated the world and everyone in it. He hated how people lied. He hated how they hid behind their "God" whenever they couldnt solve something on their own. He hated how they tore asunder their world and didnt care. He hated how they were curropt. He hated how his family had problems and how the ones close to him contemplated suicide. He hated how all of his friends had thousands of problems yet he couldnt find one problem of his own. He hated how he was so happy, no matter what happened. He hated his own lust for destruction. He hated when Wolf beat him in Virtua Fighter 5. He hated how he would wait hours for a second of pleasure whereas someone else would have hours of pleasure and not even have to wait a second. He hated his job and all the people who worked there. He hated his friends, every last one of them. He hated how people bitched and complained. He hated himself, how he was so shy and could never s
THERE'S A TREEA child once told me a story."Kit." he said, "Theres a tree outside."I was like, "Yeah. I know."He said, "Kit. Theres a lot of trees in the world."I was totally like, "Yeah. There is."Then he said, "Is that why they cut them down? Theres a lot? People try not to use gas becuase there isnt much left, right?"I nodded. "People dont care about taking lives or hurting other things if theyre in abundance. If there were only fifteen trees left in the world, not a single one would be hurt, i bet. Though, there are always crazies."With that, the kid smiled. "Im not gonna hurt other people just becuase i can, Kit. Thatd be mean. Even if its one of many, its still an individual."I was suprised at how cool this kid was. Then i realized i was talking to myself.