The Hog's Back

I keep finding my life drawn towards your mysteries. The fascination of dreams lost in your deep places and wood. Man clung to your sides and rode your spine, trying to break you and extract an immortality that only fortune can provide. Denuded and gored, you shook them off with floods and fires. You kept the secret and held tight the riches that were never promised, rather, assumed. I dream of those that came before and tried their best. I wonder what I might find, besides others' attempts. Will I be given a fair turn? Or will I be shaken off prematurely and sent down without my name? Despite this, I'll wander in deeper with disregard to my pride. Some dreams live where nothing is certain and most is hidden. In that reality I'll build my shelter.

Passion vs. Obssesion

Passion is something that you freely participate in; whereas, obsession is something that you can't help.

Passion: Doing something you love.

Obsession: Doing something because you feel that if you don't, something bad will happen or be felt as a result.

Let's examine obsession.....

Crazy person: (Wipes ass) Nope, still seeing brown. Better keep wiping until I see blood!

Now for passion....

Well adjusted person: (Wipes ass) Interesting...The color is lighter than expected. I can detect notes of citrus and hazelnuts. Now to test consistency!

I'm glad that I could clear this up for you all.

Community (on a cellular level--and no, this has nothing to do my health)

("Bob" the cell) "Hey guys, what's up?"

(The rest of the cells) "Bob, don't kill yourself."

(Bob): "So, I'm kind of out of things to do....um, I'm going to kill myself, if that's okay?"

(The rest of the cells) "Bob, we need you to not do that."

Bob the cell goes away for awhile, floats around bumping into shit a fair amount and then comes back to the rest of the gang.

(Bob) "Hey everybody, I just got back. I'm pretty tired now. I'm going over to brain and off myself there, if that's okay?"

(The rest of the cells) "Bob, don't kill yourself. We need you to something for us first. We heard of rumors that Jerry was mutating over in the corner of the colon. He's quite charming and might have a following now. We want you to go and deal with it."

(Bob) "B-But, I like Jerry."

(The rest of the cells) "We know and feel that, based on your relationship of trust, you are the cell that can get close enough to him and get the job done. Plus, you did such a great job with the flu earlier this year; we thought of you."

(Bob) "You know that I'm a joiner. This is totally not going to work."

(The rest of the cells) "It's what we all want, Bob; just do it already."

Bob travels to the dark recesses of the colon and finds his ol' chum Jerry, only Jerry is a bit different now and is keeping some bad company.

(Jerry) "Well, look what the crap dragged in...Bob!"

(Bob) "Hey Jerry. You're still hanging 'round here, huh?"

(Jerry) "Yeah, you know me. I can't really do much else. I'm kinda stuck here with the twenty-year-old macaroni. You?"

(Bob) "Oh, just cellin'. Say, things look a bit different around here. Who are your new friends?"

(Jerry) "Same gang, Bob. We all felt that the scene was a bit old and wanted a change. And you know what's funny? Ever since we changed, we don't need everyone telling us to not kill ourselves. In fact, we want more cells like us. This is fun!"

(Bob) "Sounds great, but who's working the colon right now?"

(Jerry) "Who cares? Who??"

(Bob) "Well, we care bob and me and the rest of the cell community request that you kill yourself. Isn't that great?"

(Jerry) "Bob, fuck you!"

Bob, feeling like a total failure, went back to report what he found to the rest of the cells. The rest of the cells continued to deny his requests to commit suicide. He was given light duty assignments because they all thought he was weird. Later on, Bob finally got the order to die and so did every other cell. The End.


Author's note: C#