thing for class, they dont block this site so now i can transfer21:14 Mar 02 2006
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I am sitting in a room full of mirrors. The reflection that I see is not the one that I would like to look at every waking day of my life. In this room there is nothing but posters and one lone piece of furniture. A mattress sitting on a floor full of clothes, and a window that id broken and it covered with tarp just to keep out the rain. There is no light in here, nor is there any kind of air. It’s like an air tight bag with a stranded piece of something just waiting to be let go and set free. The sounds are different here, its all like you are under water and anything that moves makes your ears pound. There is a piece of cardboard sitting on the floor next to the mattress; it has a face on it. There is nothing really special about the cardboard but the face is really interesting. I have no idea how it could have gotten there, nor would I have made such a thing myself. You can barely see anything in this room. If you were in here at night just looking at your feet you would probably go blind or crazy for that matter. It smells like something. Have you ever gone to some shopping place and smelled something kind of weird, like a fusion of two things and you do not know what it is? Yeah it’s kind of like that. I dont know what time it is right now, it could be noon or night but i wouldnt know, my clock was stolen the other week. Yes someone took a clock out of my house, or something. The other day i saw a rat the size of a football scurry across the living room, went from behind the t.v with the hanger on top of it as an intenna to the other side of the house. I saw it run throuch the little hole in the wall. Of course its not little is a rat like that can fit through it but still i saw it. Oh I forot where I was, well yes, oh yes the clock, i bet you the rat took ir and is stowing it away inside a wall somewhere or sold it to a few squirles in return that he gets a place to crash while hes looting other houses for the goods. Just like the Mafia, how they used all the stuff they stole to pay off cops and whatnot.
Back to the room, I dont think that it is a room at all to tell you the truth. I have spent hours in here just sitting and listening to the same music day in and day out and nobody ever came and told me what to do. I work and come here to an empty house (except for the rat... or rats) and get a can of beans and eat them then sit down in the green couch with so many holes and springs poking through them and watch a black and white tv that is so fuzzy i make up my own words and show titles along with the characters. I remember one day I came back from school and sat down in the kitchen table with two wicker chairs and a red and white checkered table cloth with grease stains all over is, my mother was yelling about something. She said that this was all too much for her and that she never asked for this kind of life, and how my father was a pig, he wasnt a man at all but a heartless monster with no backbone. I did not know what she ment by all this I just sat there while she cooked and yelled over the raido while Jay & The Americans- Come A Little Bit Closer played. I could remember the bacon smell, as soon as the night came and i slept on an air matress in the same room, except there was nothing in it at all, I could hear foot steps and a door close. When i woke up my mother was gone and there was nothing left except the table, food, and a few magazines. She had left me there, since then I have been on my own and every time i felt like i needed to get away from this house that had no heart or soul, i walked outside down the street over to the river where the older kids had built a tree house over the river. There was a raido there and i would sit for hours listening to Kyu Sakamoto- Sukiyaki, and Frank Sinatra. I felt safe and like i belonged, no rats or secret compartments that the squirly spys would sit in and spy on me on all day long, no no no only the treehouse, the sound of the river and the sun or moonlight. In any case at all I suppose you could say that I have nothing much, but one thing that I do have is my own life. There isnt much to it except just do what I have to do every day. But when i et home and step into this room, drop my over shirt on the floor and fall onto the bed while at the same time almost getting a concussion from hitting the wall behind it, I will always find what I need. An anwser to any question is within yourself, like if i ever needed to know where to find that clock, id know where to go and get it but who needs a clock? I tell my teachers that the squirls have it and wont give it back, and do you know what they tell me? Huh do you? They dont say anything they just look at me, sigh and then shake their head while pointing for me to go to my desk.
Now when i hear a song like The Drifters- On Broadway, i can think about all those famous people who prance about weaing those clothes and whatnot that cost thousnds of dollars, when you can get the exact same thing at The Goodwill for like 4 dollars! How dumb are they huh? Who needs shiny rocks all over your finers and neck, and all that material that is see through? Now im sure thing might just be me but I do have to say that things such as that is silly. You can get bottle caps and wear those and all you need is a bottle of pop. I just dont know about people now and days, if only they could see how much easier it is to live life without all that fancy stuff, how much more loving people could be. Well maybe not the last part. One time I walked into a store, i guess I wasnt suppose to be there but this really heavy old lady with purple fur all around her body looked at me funny and shouted and hit me with her purse when i started to hit her furry pet that was crawlin around her neck. I told her it would kill her, that the thing was moving and that the aliens were controlling it but she just freaked out and then she fainted and landed on top of me!! I couldnt breath but then some old old old man who, to my and everyone elses suprise pulled the old lady off of me. I swear I saw my life just flash by in my mind, I was in the war and everything, i even battled dragons and worked in the circus with elephants and tigars and a bearded lady. But now, im all alone in this room with a faded grey shaggy carpet that when you touch it is all sticky. I dont know why it is. I think that a muck monster came and tried to capture me in my sleep. But i wouldnt know maybe the rats would know. Them and the squirles are spys, maybe they saw him. I just dont know. You know, i tried to keep this one little puppy. I had named him Rocky because he had one black eye like Rockey did when he was in that boxing fight you know? Remember that movie with that... Sly dude? I dont remember his name but the puppy always barked and bit my ear whenever he had to go to the bathroom. I brough him to school one time and the teacher called the pound people and they took him! They said it wasnt right and that I couldnt keep him. I thought they were wrong but they took poor little Rockey away from me. I can see something movine across the room- ITS THE RAT! Im going to go and get him, see who steals my stuff again! Hahahaha, goodybye.
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