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My story, like yours, continues to develop each day. I am a dreamer, I am a thinker, I am a free spirit. I thank the universe daily.
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Man Laughs at Universe, Universe Laughs Back

August 2016- A man living two miles south of Des Moines, Iowa claims to have visited the edge of the universe. Dale Wentry, 45, describes how he first encountered the wall of reality, "I was in the garage and I realized that there was a gaping dark abyss next to the spare tires are. If it was there before, I hadn't seen it till the other night." He explains that he heard what was definitely "Cosmic laughter." "I called out and asked 'what's so funny?' But all I got was a chuckle. It was definitely derisive one." Experts believe that the fabric of time had been ripping slowly for some time now, but do to some recent renovations in Dale's garage, had managed to tear the time space continuum more significantly. "We added some cabinets to keep some hubcaps." No word on whether or not his cat has returned from the other dimension.

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A: I gotta go now...

B: No, I don't have any spare change

A:Will work for some love

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Look on the Bright Side

A: Buzz it on both sides

B: Well, I think it looks alright

A: But why all the bleach?

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A: I think I can't sleep.

B: That creature hasn't blinked once

A: Last Time I follow you

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’Twas the Night

I met you just once,

Your smile was warm and bright

Goodnight sweet Santa Claus

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The Weakness

Lost and forgotten. Look at how I encourage pity. Alone in the dark, wasted and cold. I told myself I wouldn't become this and I told myself somehow I can crawl back out. That was hilarious.

I feel the cold. I feel the loneliness. I feel the damp earth between my fingernails. I'm crawling out. It wasn't supposed to be funny.

A long time ago I was a warrior of God, at least according to my name. It was passed down from my father, but he could not live up to his namesake. He was lost and cold too, infected with the weakness.

I wonder if it were me, if I was there, that maybe I could live past it. Inform MY son it would strike and teach him how to avoid it. But that's how the weakness strikes. It does not pity. It brings the cold.

A long time ago, he was a warrior of God, at least according to his name....and I'm crawling out the path he left behind.