CS+indproj+pg+4

 It's Not the End, Definitely Not.

Today I found out that nothing ever existed, and that i am just a dream of what the world wanted me to be. It is with great regret that i hereby resign my thoughts to the open void of space. I can no longer continue to pretend to exist knowing that nothing is the fabric of my existence. Furethermore, I have lost complete faith in my ability to laugh, love, learn, mourn and enjoy anything. It's a shame that such a revelation had to take place on such a day as beautiful as this. The sun is not shining. The wind is not blowing. The flowers have no color. But I am not discouraged, for I know somewhere there is something. i just may never find it.

CRAPPY SEQUEL THAT MAKES THE FIRST ONE INVALID

I have travelled to the ends of the universe Sorting out all that could be fixed From a crossed neuron to a broken star All needs to be changed Nothing can function until it is corrected I must fix everything It is the only thing I have to do now I am the cosmic ocd monster I will devour the misplaced objects and make them into an alphabetical musuem I am the cosmic ocd victim Help me stop fighting this war.

"actually, I wasn't planning on doing this today," he said as he wandered into the darkness of the Appalachian moountains. A bear attacked him. They were travelling to the mountains, having selected it by the roll of a die. He yelled for any sign of human life. They parked the car and started walking around the lake to the other side. he was bleeding, to death some might say.