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The Greatest Disease Iii

”. Madness veiled in laughter, my tears splashed upon the floor, I wakened from my reverie as keys rattled in my door. “Hello, Dave, how are ya today”. “You know Jim I am real tired”. “Look here Dave-uh ya know-well I am real sorry”. “It’s today, right Jim”? “Well ya see Dave we are the last and there is nothing left”. “I’m ready Jim, but it would have been nice-uh meat-ah you know, I mean my last meal”. “Now Dave that’s what I am saying, I saved enough for the last meal; well it has to be today”. “Do you mean it Jim; it’s been two years since I had meat”. “Ya know you were right Dave--we were cancer and we killed it all. Look I saved enough for two last meals and--uh I was wondering if we could--well I haven’t always treated you right, and”. “Don’t say it Jim, I think it would be swell if we ate this meal together, I wouldn’t want to be alone”. “That’s real decent of you Dave--ya know I’m the last guard so it will have to be in the food”. “Jim I would eat razor blades if they were in meat, so let’s get it done”. “Alright Dave, I’ll be right back, everything is cooked--I’ll just get it”. “Hey Jim maybe you could leave the door open--it doesn’t really matter anymore”. “Yeah, yeah Dave I’ll do that--no it really doesn’t matter anymore”. “Oh Jim, be sure to turn out the lights”. “Dave we haven’t had lights for three years--oh I get it humor, still laughing, huh Dave”. “Sure Jim--you know everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be”. “How can you say that Dave--it’s all gone, everything, everybody, the world is dead”. “Well it’s the truth, if you think about it Jim--considering the path we followed we are exactly where it led”. 1850=1BILLION, 1930=2 BILLION, 1975=4 BILLION, 1999=6 BILLION, 2025=15 BILLION??? RIP K.I. SMET

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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