Final Post - Blurred Vision

Blurred Vision

It was a rainy morning, I woke up and went outside to turn the heater off from the basement because there is no switch in the apartment. When I entered the house my clothes was soaked and I was cold. I rush to get my towel to dry my skin and went straight to bed. The sound of the rain was so loud I couldn't sleep. 

It was almost 10:00 am and I decide to go browse the Internet and read electronic news. I noticed my vision was blurry but I thought it was rain drops went inside my eyes when I went outside. While on the computer I was unable to view the fonts on the computer screen. Thoughts of what is wrong with my eyes? Why I can't see clear? This cannot be rain drops. I went to the washroom to grab some eye drops and pour into my eyes and it made my vision worst.

While on my way to go back to see if I can read the fonts on the computer screen I stumbled onto the bathroom door and hit my head. I was unconscious and could not see anything. My family had gone for vacation to another country. Fear of death starting to run through my mind then I quickly hold the home Button on my iPhone and used Siri which is an iPhone app which listen to you voice command and processes it into a phone activity which a human can do. I then said to Siri call 911 and say my location. At that point I did not know where I was.

I woke up in the hospital and did not even know how I got there. The doctor then told me my door was break to enter my house and quickly rushed you to the hospital. What is wrong with I asked the doctor. She then explained that they found ears drops in my eyes and also said my vision has deteriorated due to long use on computer and looking at other screens. The ophthalmologist then said to me I will experiment blur vision sometimes if I don't take glasses. I was then taken the next room where she was able to treat my eyes and gave me a pair of glasses. 

I then also then came to realized that if  it wasn't not my smartphone and technology my family would have seen me dead and also came to relapsed the negative things that technology has done to my eyes.

Author Notes:

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Halo

Their she is like the strike of thunder she appears before the naked eye. She wis pers her scream as far as it may seem. She wonders what will it take to be consumed . .
She wonders what will it take to feel how you feel. She wonders what will it take for you to see what you may or may not be. She wonders why wont you accept this. Why will it. Why. What I s it. What have you done that has me not like you. I'm unwillingly letting you go. You done your part. Now show me how you'll depart. Its over. I will never let this get in between. Meanwhile the sound isn't a sound until one feels the waves. he same way Ben felt it before touching us all. That lightning will never be this way.  That lightning will never reach me. That lightning will never strike me. That lightning won't! I'm lightning. So when it does strike me. Death or Death be us all. Death be the system. Meanwhile death strikes. Seemingly it doesn't entail vehement perceivably involuntary towards main functions. Knowing what tics someone off if not you will ultimately result in timed conversions. In order to confront the complete opposite one as to know what a mirror captures. As well as what captures memory. One person doesn't equal two no matter shape form and connection. Blowing up a building will ultimately equal peace in reformation. Blowing up a building wont. Therefore being humorous isn't taking a side. Being physical isn't taking a side. Being disciplined isn't merely all emotions. The thought of losing what you have and had for so long the way it has been will keep you down if someone, something, some place prevents you from calling these accusations nouns. ....I wrote this near a pond, the ducks all came to the tune I played before and while writing this and then they all dipped. Life ?

The Garden - Short Poem

The gardens

I walked among a garden green.

Well flourished with flowers and split by beams,

of posts and newly blossoms grass.

The freshness and aroma of the green grass was intense and satisfying.

This garden that man has gently grown with patience,



Far in the trees i spotted a small house surrounded by children.

Admiring how they acted and played.

I was eager for Wi-Fi to call my sister and show her this beautiful scene,



The flowers made for a lovely vision.

Along with old and young walking and running with their headphones.

Not a person was without  headphones to hear the beautiful sound of the animals and the environment.

I bent my head for a moment and started to cry,

Heaven & Hell

Heaven: Hi hell.
Hell: Howdy partner.
Heaven: Nice time in hell.
Hell: Could be better if you joined me.
Heaven: Then there wouldn't be any fun.
Hell: How?
Heaven: You're there.
Hell: Am I.
Heaven: I couldn't tell.
Hell: Well imagine a pond on the lawn of an apartment complex. Are you imagining?
Heaven: Ice creeeeeam.
Hell: Heaven.
Heaven: Yes Hell.
Hell: Are you imagining?
Heaven: Proceed. Sort of.
Hell: What's that suppose to mean?
Heaven: O you fucking bastard.
Hell: Language.
Heaven: HA..UHAAHAAAAUHAAAAAHA
Hell: ckunf
Heaven: A fucking devilish, demonic, serpentine, twisted, satanic, male-witched, idiot named Lucie just said, or better yet told me to watch my language.
Hell: Again! Language*SHOUTS*.
Heaven: I'm listening. YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME THE STORY*Starts off with tweet voice then sad puppy voice*.
Hell: O you're interested.
Heaven: Open. I'm open.
Hell: AYO.
Heaven: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.
Hell: IT..
Heaven: Rhetorical*Mockery voice*.
Hell: It means..
Heaven: Rhetorical you fucking idiot...
Hell: It means that you...
Heaven: Rhetorical you fucking idiot means what you will say now
Hell: It means that you suck at rhetoricals.
Heaven: If rhetoricals be this rock, you'd be either the goo on the bottom of a slug or snail or rain. The controller of rain who sucks on the spot where the moisterising perspiration from his mouth is until you the controller gets cotton mouth.
Hell: There's this pond on the corner of this apartment complexs lawn. In the pond they're are fishes. Above the pond on one side water falls. What's that called Heaven, you're all knowing and righteous.
Hell: Good you noticed. It's called this is it. It is your story. Proceed. Be please.
Heaven: Be procession. Expert I am.
Hell: I super. I breakdown what's up. I destroy what's up. I put together sup. I breakdown perfect. I take away half. I given per.
Heaven: I eat you. You come back as my mommy. My daddy. My Godwho.
Hell: There's this pond...
Heaven: Fuck the pond.
How: Hell?
Heaven: You tell me.
Hell: Dick it doaaawwwwnnn! Or water slap. Then water whip. Or huck-pooh in it. Or keep it moving. Or wink-wnk. Or sit on edge and think of a better pond.
Heaven: What about drink it's water.
Hell: A pond. A water fountain a pond not.
Heaven: You are pond of fond.
Hell: Which is why story I tell.
Heaven: The fishies in the pond are bored.
Hell: How the fuckermuffin.
Heaven: Not what it's called.
Hell: Huh.
Heaven: Huh uh. No you did nerrrrr.
Hell: Fuck you.
Heaven: Sheet.
Hell: You mean sheet-rock resembles this background.
Heaven: Huh.
Hell: In the future it'll make sense to someone if not you.
Heaven: It's only me and you what the fuck...
Hell: Your language. Watch you're fucking languino.
Heaven: What the pis hair are babbling, brushing, pits tits about Hell. I should call you Hell cause your Hellarious.
Hell: *laugh*
Heaven: Finish the story. I'm started to get short/long term memory loss syndromes.
Hell: Heaven*suspicious face*.
Heaven: Why?
Hell: You made me! You did this. You put this on yourself. You fucked the fucker. Now watch.
Heaven: Let's play and watch. Let's act and view.
Hell: There was one fish very inquisitive to life just as much as pond mates. One fish new of another side that would intrigue all mates. That one fish waited until the perfect moment before letting them all breath a breathe that couldn't be felt, heard, or seen. That one fish said follow me through this tunnel where the other water disperse is at. That one fish brought them. That one fish brought them to a world much larger, interesting, or so it seemed. That one fish told them the story about the first time taking a trip to their destination. That one fish told them that day he went there for the very first time he witnessed the mass killings of other fishes similar in size and dissimilar in color. The killings according to That one fish is due to this big, gigantic, humungous fish named Sharkeshe. That one fish told them Sharkeshe just wanted and needed the fishes similar to us in size to move. That one fish said to them that Sharkeshe didn't know how to explain to them that he wanted and needed them to see him as a fish not a Shark. That one fish said that everything would be better if everyone did that. That one fish said only after would everything be wrong again if the thought of having to move out of the Sharks way is the thought they allow to linger in instead of the thought of beating the Shark down the stream faster than any other fish has swam. The fish allowed more thoughts to ponder with the story in mind and with every detail engraved in their mind hoping for a perfect twist. The swindle is much appreciated with thirst. The dry is the calm. The calm needs love too. The calm is Sharkeshe sometimes. That's life. That one fish said after several visits, encounters and near death experiences he decided to stay where he came from for a while. That one fish told his pond mates about this place and they thought that he's insanely in genius after a while. That one fish had them follow him through the tubed gateway to the other side. They experienced so many emotions. Emotions that some couldn't take for too long only to say that they thought they couldn't take it for this long. Why stop now that's fucking boring. That. Not what you did before that's boring. That one fish said you doubtful fools. I am Sharkeshe. When you meet the maker I feel sorry for you smfh. That one fish said here's the goal for me. Whenever I feel to go here I do, whenever I feel to stay here I do. The same about where we came from.
Heaven: In other words If Heaven doesn't want or need to be in in a freezer for more than thirty seconds I go to the fire. Then if I don't want to be in fire for more than thirty seconds I go back to freezer. Then if it's a week or decade and a year I stay until I go to heaven for maybe a short time or forever.
Hell: Yea.
Heaven: Well that ruins everything.
Hell: How.
Heaven: You to told us what we're doing. That's that word in the beginning we mentioned. Could be anonymous, could be that word that you used to pity, epitomize, discomfort your comforted way of thought. Instead of being blunt. Quick Strike.
Now it's over.
Hell: Yea that's it.
Heaven: You we said we'Re together, lovely married, combined, and could never be apart no matter the time and place difference.
Hell: I know!
Heaven: Did you know I can tell you everything bluntly and you won't understand what will come after.
Hell: Yes*Questioning him/herself with confusion*
Heaven: There's more on the other side. This side is still here. I eat ice cream. On spoon. Ice cream in my cup. I eat cup of ice cream. Ice cream in bucket. You eat bucket ice cream. Ice cream in store. I eat stores ice creams. Ice cream from milk. Milk from cows. God make and give us cow not for anything but milk. No other animal allows amother species to touch without first being confused or curious besides cow. We have nice frome cows milk like cheese.
Hell: Ouuu cheeeeeeeeeeese.
Heaven: Yes we have nice from everything fruit, food from garden, plants. Fake meat.
Hell: Why not real meat?
Heaven: I'd rather eat the white chocolate version of you someone tricked me to thinking it is meat. Then again I'd rather eat white chocolate if it is better than meat and it doesn't effect me the way I'd rather to be  affected.
Hell: You'Re amazingly me. Took us long enough.
Heaven: We must travel in order to see newer nouns.
Hell: We do.
Heaven: Not E.

Anna hates Rich due to how seasoned Ed is. (Book) Richard 111. (Life) All Of Us.

This author says for one day fast. Eat nothing. Drink nothing for one day be it that we may cleanse thine very tube which is in sense our inner core. This man is Roche. Jay is in the process of figuring Roche out. Jay is the King! Only he doesn't know it. He needs what he seeks, a better life. Tailer doesn't know what love is yet. Tailed only knows what people tell her and what confusion has brought her in order to punch her through to a better outlet. Tailer is closely related to Jay. Jay is very very fond of Tailer and so is Tailer. Everybody else wants this only because confusion isn't what they do its what they want. Confusion is good only when you know how to become not confused with in an instant. Roche tells Tailed that her eyes are his eyes although their eyes look different due to their color. Roche is explaining what love is, means, and is suppose to be. Roche tells everyone to read his thesis not for personal gain for your own. Roche will read everyones thesis if they allow him to. Roche says it will help everyone understand themselves as well as Roche. Mack is a cashier/stocker/comedian/athelete/singer/writer/poet and Mack reminds Roche of himself. Mack loves Roche the way Roche loves Mack. As companions. Mack placed himself in the store to up an ties in competition. He really wanted to please his neighborhood and work close to home. Mack knows he's the best at everything. Only he doesn't want to say because he knows everybody is the best at everything. So he keeps his mouth shut to figure out how he can just do everything that is perfect. It is said that Roche put Mack in the store in order to drive him insane. Only it works out anyway. This works out for them because the pain will become pleasure the same way Tailer will be punch-fucked into a brand new time of experience. Tailer doesn't know that anything can happen. Now she does. Mack comes to find out Roche is his brother. Blood brother. Macks father is Jay. Tailer is closely related to Mack. Unbloody wise. Mack has the eyes of Jay. Roche is in love with another who has turned his world upside down. Or someone acting like her has and he's so messed up he loves life because he can forget about love, he knows who she is and the thought of her will forever nourish his possibilities of a partner who reflects, balances, and challenges to drive past confliction. He also has another. She's the complete opposite. He hates her with a passion. She claims to be what she is not. They will have six children. Roche and the other girl who he likes and hates will have three twins of separate sex. They will have a boy and girl with the same eyes. A boy and girl with different eyes, and a boy and girl with combined eyes. Six separate bodies. Tailer will find Mack and have fun and be hurt. Mack is at a store down from where she commutes to be around. The store is rite by the schedule. Roche sends murderers to bring Mack a blue pill and a red pill. Mack will choose both with out choosing both by having all three of them choose both. Mack meets Jay his father. Roche comes to find out Jay is his father. Tailer comes to find out Roche's love of his life is her sister. Roche tells the best side of the story only because the other best is bad and this best is the opposite. Sort of like a battery having negative and positive to charge on. The bad will be the next post for the author. Then puns in the sun, cold to be bold. Next up Dora Supprese the Explorer meets Princess Leia whoop who and Clark Albert Kent meets Jimmy Gray Nuetron. The end. Author meets his mom for the first time again. Author destroys world's in order to bring the world back better. Best besttering bestterness. Author is a bestteronist. Nothing.

Nothing is real

                                                                                                                                   

    Nothing is real                                                             

  At dusk, a man is walking toward to a small town. This town is very small and quite. Only few of people can be seen on the street, and they all walk slowly and peaceful. It’s another world where nothing connect with the busy and fast life style in the urban place. This small town makes the man slow down his pace and enjoy this small town. He is tired with everything that around him in his daily life. He feels everyone has a dirty and ugly face under the invisible mask. He hates the way that people talking, which is cool and emotionless. He really wants to escape this world, and tries to find a warm and pure that he expects. Thinking of these, he unknowingly arrives to a river, and sees a old couple sit there and fishing. With the dusky sun lights on their faces, the old couple are quietly waiting the fish to bite their bait. Randomly, they turn their head and then look at each other with a smile without a word, then turn the sight back to the river. What a beautiful image, he got lost in the scenario. Suddenly, the man has an idea come into his mind , which is join the fishing with them. Without too much thinking, he just walk toward them and ask. However, when he get closer and closer, he was shocked and fell on the ground. The couple were waxen. They are not the real people.He recall the horror movie he saw., then he feel more creepy, and run away as fast as he can.

 

Be

To begin with there once was a kid named

Mat. He was three years old during war time. World War One that is. Terrible time it was. He didn't know the confines which bounded him with nature and what the war had to do with it. He used syntax that was simple as well as inhaling and exhaling along with a jingle he remembered to cope as a coping mechanism. So as the war grew, so did his misconceptions about the world, the world he knew it to be. Then the midst of the thoughts of expression lingered in. As soon as he began to question himself, he knew from that point on time would fly only if he stopped to think about what would prolong discomforted instances. A day in the life: I woke up out of my bed brushed my teeth. With excitement I hoped into the shower, slipped and died. I woke up before a Judge to cast me down into the pits of the worst. No it was fucking annihilation. Excuse my language, Very necessary. Luckily I didn't go to heaven which was the other choice. The pits sort of turned out to be heaven. Angels approached with danger. Danger or so it may have seemed. It was!