An experiance (Ree)

Green is denotative. Blue is connotative, but neither look good as a headdress. Red... Not bad. It's more natural than blue or green. Purple equals nuclear waste. White makes you look like an old kung fu master. Just grow a long mustache and your disguise will be complete. Maybe if you end up in the games you karate chop everyone to death.

Does my mind travel faster than the speed of light? Yes it does. I'm sure of that. Then how fast is the speed of light? Faster than can be put into words, otherwise that speed wouldn't be faster than the speed of light. The world is a circle. All knowledge and information goes round and round and round. The people on this earth like to pretend we are sane, but I know better. There is no such thing as sanity. But if that is the case than we are all perfectly normal, because sanity doesn't exist, which also means we're all insane.

But if everything is a circle, why is life not a circle? We would never die if it was a circle. Life is a broken circle, and what everyone is afraid of most. Say I'm afraid of spiders. If spiders pose no danger on my life, than I would not be afraid of them, would I? But fear and death are different things. Fear is what drives those people in the arena to fight each other. Fear is what makes loved ones kill each other in the middle of that ring. Death is just the center of the fear. So the key to conquer most fear is to not be afraid of death. Brilliant, aren't I?

Just as I turn the corner of my street, my ipod runs out of batteries. The stupid thing will run out of batteries every day nowadays. I payed good money for it and only got a piece of trash in return. As I'm putting my metallic blue junk away, some idiot walks straight into me.

"You idiot!" I shout. "Can't you see where you're going?"

She didn't mean it, she says in an infuriatingly polite tone. First of all, I don't care if someone means it or not. Second of all, politeness means you are covering up for some other emotion, usually annoyance, third, apologies don't do anything.

"You don't mean it?" slips out of my lips, in a mixture of incredulity, anger, exasperation, indignation, and annoyance. She's barking mad... not meaning it, I ask you... "What do I care if you don't mean it?" Maybe it matters to her, but I don't care if it matters to her. My ankle has been painfully twisted and it's all her fault. Not to mention, saying sorry isn't going to fix it.

"Oh shut up!" I shout at her, mad. On the concrete ground next to me is my ipod. I bend down pick it up and try to turn it on. Doesn't work. It is just a piece of trash, but you don't go around destroying other people's stuff. Honestly, what's wrong with this girl?

"Now look what you've done!?!"