Thursday, May 21, 2009

in the rain

wake up. why am i awake. the things i forget are the things that are worth remembring.

remembering like i remember the old fortune teller die on the sidewalk in the middle of the worst thunderstorm in the city;s history.

the reason that the young lady came out of the bushes and staped the lady in the back numerous times... i forgot

the reason i saw candles above the fortune tellers head.. i never knew.

stop hitting your little sister. i cant stop she made fun of me.. maureen did you make fun of your broteher. ofcourse not why would i do that

daddy i swear she made fun of me


maureen maureen and thomas wesly , were both here mr. hamilton thomas oversleept again.

the time that my sister developed cancer ws the worst and the best time of my life; the time when the doctor would tell me that she would age faster than myself; the time she was nine she developed this sickness; mom died and she started to die; thirty years later its all the same; shes still dieing; shes still blowing out candles

why did i not save my sister i forget

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

they took him to mercy an hour ago.

what the hell happened here, its a pig stye.

um detective i think it was like this before;

alright tell me about our victim

male 5'11" caucasian, 36 years of age; history of drug problems;

the perps?

it seems to be gang related; the "jesus on top of the bank" crew maybe

do we have any witnesses

just the neighbors hearing the victim making some really loud weird noises before and the door kick in gun shots followed by loud car horns.
beep. beep. beep.

doctor rabinovitz your needed to ICU doctor Rabinovitz ICU

beep. beep. beep.

eek. eek. eek. (sounds of rolling gurneys)

beep. beep. beep.

put the office back on, im thinking

Health Care

CUT TO DWIGHTS DESK AREA

Michael: Hey, send me that link to the monkey sex video. I'm going to forward it like it's hot.

(Toby enters from the back office)

Dwight: Yes!

Michael: (to camera) Forward like it's hot. Forward like it's hot. Old school.

Toby: Michael?

Michael: Yes, Toby?

Toby: Um, I need to talk to you in your office. It'll just take two seconds.

Michael: (clears throat) Um, literally two seconds? (glances at the camera)

CUT TO INDUVIDUAL SHOT OF MICHAEL

Michael: Toby's in HR, which technically means he works for corporate. So he's really not a part of our family. Also, he's divorced, so he's really not a part of his family.

CUT TO MICHAEL'S OFFICE

(Michael has his feet up on his desk)

Toby: The full story is that Randall resigned because of sexual harassment. So corporate asked me to do a five minute review of the company's sexual harassment policy.

Michael: No, no. Toby, no.

Toby: It's really not a big deal Michael.

Michael: It is a big deal. It's a big deal! What are we supposed to do? Scrutinize every little thing we say and do all day? I mean, come on!

Toby: And then corporate is going to send in a lawyer.

Michael: What!?

Toby: Just to refresh-

Michael: No!

Toby: ...you on our policy.

Michael: (incredulous) What? Ah, he, no. Okay, what is a lawyer going to come in and tell us? To not send out hilarious e-mails or not tell jokes?

Toby: Maybe not some of them, maybe not inappropriate ones.
how did i get on the ground. how did this blood get on me. it hurts so good. why, why are there sirens. and why do they seem to be getting closer. why are so many people in my apartment. shit, george from work must have planned another party without me knowing about it. but wait these are people with gloves, with masks, with suits, and badges on. why are they so f*****g loud. shut up. im trying to sleep.
the story takes over in the apartment where a young man not much older than 40 but not much younger than 30 is watching the office on nbc. the young man is drooling and there are needles by his feet and an open bottle of prescription pills at his feet. there is a knock on the door and a second wave. the door bursts open and shots are fired. the man is killed. a pool of blood is running from his bullet wounds. cars were honking over and over again. unusual for the 2am hour in the major but small quiet city.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Im awake i look around; my apartmen; wearing all black?

the television is one the jesus roof man has been arrested and there is a fire downtown; damn arsonists;

i walk to the kitchen to get rootbeer and i stumble over a heavy bag; the money was so plentiful i pinched myself to see if i was dreaming; i went to the beer to get a refrigerator to think more about the money (where did it come from?)