roguemind

"Did that really happen?" said Maggie White. She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies. Men looked at her and wanted to fill her up with babies right away. She hadn't even had one baby yet. She used birth control.

Just because you lose the dust jacket of a book does not mean the contents of the book are worthless. Along the same lines, if I think the author that supposedly wrote the book never existed should I ignore a ground breaking book on how to cure cancer? This time I say no. It would be one of the the few cases when I would be okay with ignoring how something got there and only pay attention to the end result. IE, what the book actually has to say. Is not the author completely irrelevant after the book is written? This why when I ask you to follow me I will not ask you to believe in a creator. Or to not believe in one.

Sept 12th, 2004:
Life again has show me that I am not meant to be happy. I am not even sure if I know what that word means anymore. Happiness is a ghost that I catch glimpses of out of the corner of my eye when I let down my guard. It is there long enough to be missed when it is gone. Not not long enough to be real. On top of that they are blaming me for the accident. Something about her having the green turn signal. Right. Walk with me down the road and I will show you both the skid marks from when she turned at to high of speed and when she swerved to avoid the car in the oncoming lane and collided with me. I am just some punk 20 year old driving around in a Dodge Dynasty and she is the well respected old women driving the Lexus. It was my fault? She did have the green light. Next time I go out driving I will bring my binoculars so I can look down the road far enough to see the speeding old ladies and their fancy cars. On top of that she got out of her car holding her neck so more then likely she will sue. Her neck really will hurt if I ever see her again. Old cunt.