be a little kid

First I was born then I became a punk. First I ran down the hallway butt naked screaming my head off, Only at the age of two hours. Then at the age two I stole the neighbors cat. His name was Tubby because he ate all his cat food. Since my mom wouldn't buy cat food I had to feed him my mom's two pound bag of flour. At age three Tubby died, so I sold him to the science teacher for five dollars. My mother said Timothy you need to see a therapist. So I went, just to see what this therapist had to say. She started talking about how you need to control your energy and how about being nice to people. I cracked up laughing at this chick. She sounded like a hippie "control your enter energy man." That chick was a nut, shes the one that needed a Therapist. So I got up and farted in her face and went on my marry way.        

super power

I wake up and I had a manger problem. It was the super power nobody wanted to have. I had the power to put on weight. Sound great right? No not at all. So I sat in bed 700 pound heavier than I have ever been. It looked like I had ate sixty pound of little Debbie cakes. I thought what kind of super power is this. The only fighting move I had was to sit on people. I thought what a crappy fighting move. So I got up and went outside to greet the world. The next thing that happened wasn't good. People on the streets were staring me down like a freak at the circus. Some three year old had the guts to say to me. hay you are the reason for global warming. I kept on walking ignoring the little brat. But as I looked forward I saw some guy robbing a lady that looked like she has had a rough last night. I started running at the guy and he started laughing. He then run to the under ground subway to get away. Instead of chasing him. I said to my self jokes on you foul  the subway is closed. I walked over to the under ground stair way to meet the foul as he was running back up the stairs. I must have surprised him or something because he started screaming and fell down the stairs. I grabbed the purse and went to go return it to the women but she was talking to a cop saying that's the fatty that stole my purse. Before I know it I was in the police car going back to the station.      

five things

I would choose objects that don't mean much because it would show that I don't follow people. I don't what to be normal. I want to do what, I want to do. Be creative, make history, do something. Not just follow someone and be a copy cat but to do something and call it your own. And some girls would see these five objects and say what the heck but the girls that actually look would see much more. They would see new things, new ideas and just maybe the future. My objects would be a piece of paper, a Lego, pencil, a book with blank pages, and a record with no song. Sounds boring right. But if you think about it. These things can be much more. That piece of paper can be an origami bird flying over the white puffed clouds. That pencil can draw lines that make art and inspiration flow like a river going through a valley of sweet green grass. That book can tell story to generations and generations of people. That Lego could build the future of imagination. That record could be a song to remember one that make life good. But some people just don't see it. I see color exploding in the air of imagination, creativity, music and joy when I see these objects, what do you see?  

crazy dreams

In my dream I was going to some town in a valley and this dream has happened to me so may times. So some driver is driving and he takes me along a mountain road and for some reason I ask for him to pull over then I get out and he drives off and doesn't come back. I then jump off the side of the mountain and I fall and before I hit the ground I close my eyes. I then wake up in my bed. I think I am awake but I'm not because weird things are happening in my room. Like all my furniture is walking around and all the lights in my room are flashing on and off at random times. I then start running around the house scared out of my mind. While I am running my mom's dolls are walking down the stairs from her bedroom saying things like play with me. I like you. Your my best friend. in a creepy death voice from hell. So I run out of the house and that was an even worse idea because my parents cars are trying to eat me. Also the neighbors are running at me with kitchen knifes and Walmart bags. Saying lets go shopping for a new child. I then close my eyes and fall to ground like I was tasted or something. Then I open my eyes and I can't see a thing. Dark blackness fills the room as I sit in a chair that I am tided to with thick heavy rope. Then a flash of light blinds me and laughter fills the air. The laughter gets louder and louder til it is pounding on my head. I wake and sit up in my bed and I hear my mom saying it's time for school and you are going to be late. I realize that I was actually awake and this wasn't a dream and get up to get ready for school.