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 "So, what's it like allowing someone punch you in the face?" She asked while wiping a warm cloth across my brow. "Well it's, kinda like fight club" I said "but instead of NOT talking about it you allow the other 'guy' brag on about how he took you down." "It must make you feel powerless" That caught me by surprise. What do I tell her? Do I tell her about how it makes the pain go away? How I feel that every single blow I deserve? That I'm so broke I decided to make money off it? When I turned to look back at her she already left the room. I could hear the the opening and closing of cupboards. "You want anything to drink?" She yelled from the

 Life right now it's not all about cute bunnies riding on the backs of unicorns running down rainbow paved roads. The world can be dark, annoying, like ravens that scavenge and rape happinessfrom or lives. For every high there is a low. For every show there is a tell. The scars on bars like stripes on pipes. Pain and misery is the machine that run on the tears and fears of humanity, all to make a buck. No... life is not always pelvic thrusts and spinning tops. Life is not always a laughing matter like on the tonight show. There's not a police box at every corner waiting for you to make a call to your former self. What you do now is defines

So the dimwit allowed himself to fall for someone and lost his sense objectivity. What was he thinking- oh yeah, he wasn't. He lost his objective appearance. He only wished she didn't find out about his feelings for her. Her happiness is important to him, even if her heart was meant for another and not for him. She should be happy, right?- but she is not happy. Why can't she just be happy? It would be so beautiful to see her smile even if it wasn't caused by him but by another. If the other isn't making her smile, does he have a right (or obligation) to confront her about it? Would that also cause her to frown and wouldn't that he his doing

With fear. With love. Her heart and mine??? The Alternate Story With fear in my throat I told her "I don't want to hurt you- I don't want to change the..." she interrupts me with her fingers over my mouth and takes my hand with hers pulls me close kisses me, "there is no going back, what's your move? I take my other hand, in the back of her neck and pull her towards me. She tilts her head to allow her lips to meet mine. And so my fears begin, fears of being alone, fears for her. Fears because I love her, but do I love her for her or love her for me? And so I wake from this fantasy with the fear lingering behind, and with my feelings that she

Closing Time my time. The carnival at night where it’s a spectacular sight Few are are around on the midway before closing time. Watching each ride and attraction, shut down one-by-one Lights go dark and the midway’s now quiet. Nothing to hear except for the sound of one’s footsteps The hum of the power generators and the buzz of the breakers. Empty. Like a night should be, quiet and free. One can wander for hours clear his mind before heading to bed. For tomorrow is another day for a profitable adventures.