dead bodies-- follow up...
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mood:
2001-09-10 - 7:36 p.m.
okay, well tonight was different than most evenings; i should have come home and dove into the bottle... but instead, i ventured out the front door to have a run around the neighborhood. yes, i decided to get off the hamster wheel... i thought it would be good, and it was... invigorating.... put me right back on track... heh.anyhow, on my run back home about half way through the workout, i saw a large creature flying in a very low altitude. suddenly, about a 100 feet in front of me, something fell from the sky... it came down and hit a sidewall of someones front lawn... it bounced around, convulsing, flailing unnaturally.
as i jogged closer, i didn't know exactly what it was, then... i saw it and a stream of blood traveling down the sidewalk. a little brown fuzzy bunny. still as death, laying there, bleeding from its head. its eyes were open and for a second, i believe i was the last thing that this creature saw in its last terrorized living moment. i was thankful the bird of prey did not come and pick me up by the shoulders and drag me off for dinner.
i ran on. i flashed on my drive home the night before...driving, i turned a corner on the freeway, traffic was moving at a quick pace, there seemed to have been an accident on the other side, east bound, flares were flashing cars were stopped, and it looked panicked. i slowed a little, and moved over a lane... as i looked up, with the blink of an eye, there was a car, stopped, smashed, horizontally in the lane one to the right of me (esentially dead center of a 6 lane freeway). i hit some glass and drove on... the person in that car... like a sitting duck. once again, like looking at the coyote cross the busy intersection, i was looking in my rear view mirror as if to see an accident that was just about to happen.
a few thoughts:
life is not fair.
quantity does not equal quality... ever.
its better to keep your mouth shut in situations you should keep your mouth shut.
the thought is what counts.
death is hovering at all times, are you scared of it?
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