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prob. the best thing I've written in awhile:



so... ok... now pay attention... b/c this is an epic tale.... one of adventure, excitement, and dare I say "greatness".....

it all started one day; you know, one of those days that you fell happy to be alive, the sun was shinning, the birds were singing, the fish were, well, doing whatever fish do...... and then it happened, yes, you guessed it; it started to rain.

Oh dear did it ever rain, so hard that the trees were being pressed to the ground w/ the force, birds couldn't fly, suntanning people ran for cover, storm watchers charged from their, ummmm, storm watching building and hoped for disaster... it was a mighty storm indeed....now, did this storm represent the storm brewing in someones heart??? or was it just a storm??? lets find out...

2 days before this, a lovely young girl was outside watching a butterfly playing in the gentle gusts of wind. This butterfly had a gift, not like a gift you get at xmas, but a gift that all could see. They could see this gift, but not know it was a gift, as this gift was gifty... no no no... the gift was this: the butterfly was as beautiful as the observer wanted it to be... and by all accounts, b/c of this lovely young lady, the butterfly was the MOST beautiful that it had ever been its entire life (which it was at a considerably old age for a butterfly... compared to a whale it was still young, but why would you compare its age to a whales age.... that's just silly). The butterfly is so happy that it is the most beautiful, that its energy seems limitless and continues playing long into the afternoon, when all of a sudden, it realizes that it hasn't eaten all day. So w/ one last twist and turn, it flies home for a butterfly's equivalent of a samich (aka "sandwich" to the boring people).... the lovely young lady sees this, gets up, and continues on her way.

7 days before (that's before the storm not before the "2 days before" part) a young man is walking down the street, listening to music, the kind of music that makes you light on you feet and believe anything is possible.... little does he know that he has a soul-mate somewhere, a soul-mate that is so soul-matty that if they every met only good things would happen, EVER, to everyone, that's how freakin perfect it would be....

now you may ask, "do those two lovely people every meet???".... well, I don't know, you see, I don't know them, or what they do, or where they live, its just a story I heard/though of ounce/just now (yes the 2 slashes work there, just re-read it, it makes sense... or it does in my head anyway.... deal w/ it... quit judging... jerk... pfffffffft) ... what do they have to do w/ this.... nothing....

as for ~~~~ and I, ya, we met, THE END




after I wrote this I watched this amazing video:

Heat Vision and Jack

is it about a man who travels the world on his bike. A bike that has is bestfriend inside it some how!!!! and it talks and its Jack Black and Owen Wilson, and its great... watch