"You die on weird hills"

[Creon]

"You die on weird hills."

That made sense to me in my head, but then I wrote
it...

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[Prtr. Mandrake]

Clearly it's a fortune cookie fortune.

[Blue-Maned_Hawk]

Weirdness alone isn't reason for regret.



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Update: After 87 hours, i stopped waiting.

[kyonshi]

makes sense to me

[Lane Larson]

I think you mean that I end my stories in unusual places. It doesn't
feel like dying to finish a story. Sometimes they get healthier when
I'm not around to deal them more than their fair share. The voices tell
me.

Where would I end? Maybe I don't have anything else to contribute, so I
up and leave without writing the real ending. Other times they have to
take time to deliver their message. It's like Custer how much I hate
the ghost icon. I'm allowed that by the rules of kanly.

The Mercedes Benz phenomenon still gets me, yet I can respect one
choice, a yellow Ford Mustang. For me, Pump is all about that Mustang.
That was a red one. Maybe she will let me do donuts in the parking lot.

It oughtta rain soon and the creeks will run with water. It's alright.
Anyways that second half of the story is supposed to indicate that all
living bodies get here and halp me. It's not a positive message of well
communicated thought. That should have been clear in the first half.
Two words into a sentence is a forthright conclusion as to what is
meant. Then the words to express that thought have to be chosen for the
audience, like no washing these clothes in the same gathering as those
clothes.

Someone come up to me and said ain't, gesturing for acceptance of their
speech. I put it on the back burner and haven't considered that mode of
exclusion recently. I bought a pair of sweats today for $4. Included
with that is the shirt I'm wearing as a bonus gift, maybe a sweetener.
Money is worth more around here. $4.00 is 400 pennies and that's the
number considered. Just kidding. It was like that when I got here now
I'm handing out tens and twenties. Fat Chad's prices rose
astronomically and Jeff Dodgemore carries ten dollar bills in his wallet.

A story is supposed to end with a good kick in the nads, but feeling for
those soft spots in society taxes my nerves. Fat Chad needed five
dollars tonight and I gleefully passed him up. One time I saw him
fiending before my eyes, and that was something to get on film. It was
like Darth Vader in that scene from Back to the Future, my hand on the
walkman as I pulled the mat out from under him time and again, while
carrying on a conversation with someone else at the same instant. His
face was red and it would jerk up and down like he was going to turn
into a bushwhacker. It was like that cover of Warhammer with the guy
smiling big as he puts his sword in the stomach of a large orc. It's in
taking away the ending you were privileged to and throwing it away and
you can't get it. It's like breaking a bottle in half and then zooming
in until we can see the and
for days