Ridiculous; I don't paint.

2013-05-09

I’m the police, and I’m here to arrest you. You’ve broken the law. I did not write the law. I may even disagree with the law but I will enforce it and no matter how you plead, congol, beg, or attempt to stir my sympathies, nothing you do will stop me from placing you in steel cage with grey bars. If you run away, I will chase you. If you fight me, I will fight back. If you shoot at me, I will shoot back. By law I am unable to walk away. I am a consequence. I am the unpaid bill. I am fate with a badge and a gun. Behind my badge is a heart like yours. I bleed, I think, I love, and yes, I can be killed. And although I am but one man, I have thousands of brothers and sisters who are the same as me. They will lay down their lives for me, and I them. We stand watch together, a thin blue line, protecting the prey from the predators, the good from the bad. We are the police.

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2013-05-07

I am not alone. Nestled alongside those of my kin, I am comfortable, but I feel that I am meant for something more. Something with greater meaning.

There is talk among the others… whispers of a great presence lurking, just out of sight. The rumors fill my head with imaginings of adventure. Could it be my time? All I can do is wait.

I am wakened by a tumultuous rustling. Then, as panic starts to overcome me I feel a warmth, then a rush of air. Am I being lifted? I am! This is it, I am finally going to understand the purpose of my existence! Another rush of air and then-

I am alone. A cold that I have henceforth never experienced chills me to my core. Is this what I have longed for? Could this be death? My mind runs endlessly. My consistent fear and curiosity are all that keeps me company. I lie in wait. I am alone.

What is this? Am I being deceived? Warmth! A comforting warmth engulfs me again.. followed by a sharp pain. Something has pierced my skin! Then many more foreign objects rip into my skin and I feel the searing agony of my flesh being ripped away. It doesn’t stop, I know now that it can’t stop. This is it. This is what I am. I begin to wonder what comes after. I think about all of the wonders that I’ve pondered, a myriad of promises to fulfillment.

There is not much of me left… everything is growing dark… everything is gr-

fin.

“The Journey of my Snacktime Apple” by Kevin Taylor

2012-10-06

Good morning Tumblr. Currently watching the sunrise at a greyhound station on my way to Texas.