Short Story: The Scientist A flickering light swung from the ceiling, vibrating from the whispers of the air conditioner. Filled with cold, uncomfortable air, the room was left with the scent of the dust that collected in the venting system. The whispers were masked only by the mumbling and murmuring that came from the small television sitting awkwardly on top of a tall chamber in which various cans and bottles of liquids stood, labeled accordingly. The scientist entered through the swinging back door, which had dusty fingerprints on its outer edges, tainting the once-spotless chrome surface. His hands were dripping with some kind of clear liquid, and he hastily r
Change Your outfit can change, and so can your nameGiftwrap can differ; the present's the sameDo my eyes deceive? For I cannot believeThis pointless charade and persona you claimI know who you are, and I know who you've beenI know your mistakes and your childish sinsAnd you love to pretend that this change was the endOf the life you forgot and the form you were inYou have everyone fooled, I congratulate youBut the people here know you're too good to be trueYou act like a pro, but we know it's a showBut don't worry, kid, not a man here has a clueSo you're running away from an unpleasant pastWell you better get going; it's co
The Forgotten Good You push so hard to win the raceYou fight, you run, you reach, you chaseKnock down the walls, you'll do it allTo hold a cup that says "First Place"The finish line is all you seeAnd everything you want to beWhen on the hunt, you only face frontDetermination is the keyAnd as you're fighting, all the while,The simple things that make you smileAre out of mind, and left behindAnd pushed aside in a dusty pileAnd if you never rest a dayYour joy in life will all decayAnd what you thought was what you soughtWas really what you tossed away
Define: Success Success is popularityA lot of friends, a big partyThe more that come, the better you areA clear sign of prosperitySuccess is tons and tons of cashTo spend on fancy things to flashAnd when the bills have all been paidYou still have plenty left to stashSuccess is finding your true loveThat "angel sent down from above"Together you will form a wholeThe day you fill the sky with dovesSuccess is the American DreamWith hard work comes wealth and esteemThis way ensures a happy lifeOr at least that is what it seems…
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