The Death of the Dregs
def: a small amount of residue
Mr. Caruthers
Posted by b on 2:48 PM
It seems like everything I have created is exactly what the world is, it seems strange, relating the world to nylon. But I can. I see the chain, the physical, chemical reaction that creates it. All it needs is water, coal, and air. Lovers cannot have what I have made. Think of the applications a toothbrush and stockings, the way to your heart. It wraps you up and steals you. I’ve saved lives with parachutes, ropes, etc. I’ve created something that will live on, forever. My invention, my child, my eternity. Repetition, that’s how I found it. The repetitive bonds of polypeptide have held my heart together; I was completely lost without it.
Although, I think I may have lost something in the process. I was a good man, I lead the life I thought in which I thought I would prosper. Harry, the photographer at our wedding, he showed me eternity. It was with him that I would understand how images, the mundane details of life could be captured in an instant and then recreated as many times as I wished. How amazing. Life is such, just a repetition, religion. Everything. We all are living and live through these repetitive processes. Some would say I know nothing; others say I am a genius. I guess it’s up to my legacy. How will I be remembered? As a saint, as a sinner, a blow to the head could make the difference.
I relinquish my crown as anyone else would. I see death, destruction all around me, but in the midst, I realize, that life is worth living. Although I see the disgust, the dying, I feel death encompassing every ounce of my soul. But the rope, my polymer, my lifeline, my nylon, it holds me together. I slap him once to the cheek. He’s shot and I see the blood from his shirt. Did my invention create this monstrosity, or did I? The rats and cockroaches will be the only ones left to tell my story.
Here I sat, the dog chewing on my backpack. I felt a slight tug, then sharp teeth, straight into my foot. It echoed through my body with a strange sound, “it laid it in the ground.”
The dog growls, tugs and tugs, shaking its wiggly tail, pulling off my leg. My whole body had that feeling like a limb that fell asleep and is now waking up, it all felt tingly. All the sounds came from the same place and no place at all. Where was I being lead? Suddenly, the dog lets go and starts chewing on the carpet. I lay there, not knowing whether to move, shaking at every feeling I felt. It hurt so much. But it was so laughingly hilarious.
Well, I was starving and decided to bring forth an emotionless speech, an auto press. The taste in my mouth was generally copperish. I need some feeling, some hope of no death, so I heard the laughter on TV and felt the love surround me. Little puppy stopped biting and now I am to go to heaven.
My body moved slowly, into the night. I fell asleep, realizing I barely missed hell.
So far the sun had shone, a prediction, I’ve just been given some second chance. Explaining myself into a violent distance, I heard the dog snarl and come back for more, he chomped on, like he never had before and I knew I was there to stay.
Back to realization, I understood this song, I have come back to life, and the pain it’s here to stay.
Although, I think I may have lost something in the process. I was a good man, I lead the life I thought in which I thought I would prosper. Harry, the photographer at our wedding, he showed me eternity. It was with him that I would understand how images, the mundane details of life could be captured in an instant and then recreated as many times as I wished. How amazing. Life is such, just a repetition, religion. Everything. We all are living and live through these repetitive processes. Some would say I know nothing; others say I am a genius. I guess it’s up to my legacy. How will I be remembered? As a saint, as a sinner, a blow to the head could make the difference.
I relinquish my crown as anyone else would. I see death, destruction all around me, but in the midst, I realize, that life is worth living. Although I see the disgust, the dying, I feel death encompassing every ounce of my soul. But the rope, my polymer, my lifeline, my nylon, it holds me together. I slap him once to the cheek. He’s shot and I see the blood from his shirt. Did my invention create this monstrosity, or did I? The rats and cockroaches will be the only ones left to tell my story.
Here I sat, the dog chewing on my backpack. I felt a slight tug, then sharp teeth, straight into my foot. It echoed through my body with a strange sound, “it laid it in the ground.”
The dog growls, tugs and tugs, shaking its wiggly tail, pulling off my leg. My whole body had that feeling like a limb that fell asleep and is now waking up, it all felt tingly. All the sounds came from the same place and no place at all. Where was I being lead? Suddenly, the dog lets go and starts chewing on the carpet. I lay there, not knowing whether to move, shaking at every feeling I felt. It hurt so much. But it was so laughingly hilarious.
Well, I was starving and decided to bring forth an emotionless speech, an auto press. The taste in my mouth was generally copperish. I need some feeling, some hope of no death, so I heard the laughter on TV and felt the love surround me. Little puppy stopped biting and now I am to go to heaven.
My body moved slowly, into the night. I fell asleep, realizing I barely missed hell.
So far the sun had shone, a prediction, I’ve just been given some second chance. Explaining myself into a violent distance, I heard the dog snarl and come back for more, he chomped on, like he never had before and I knew I was there to stay.
Back to realization, I understood this song, I have come back to life, and the pain it’s here to stay.