My Life
The room is silent, all is still.
Any movement is easily detected.
My eyes adjust to the darkness of the night as I feel my way around.
Something soft and warm is at my feet.
She purrs, I pick her up.
She licks my face with her sand paper tongue.
I laugh and hold her tight.
We walk to the door, The knob turns slowly and a crack of light enters the room.
Squinting, I pull the door open.
The morning sun is warm and inviting.
The vast field of nothing draws me close.
The wind whispers in my ears and blows through my hair.
I take a deep breath of clean air.
It fills my lungs and a feeling of overall contentment washes over me.
I am on top of the world.
To think that I was once only in the dark seems nearly impossible.
I see a lone daisy swaying in the breeze.
I kneel down and take a good look.
The petals are an angelic white and the centre is a brilliant yellow.
They are like silk. I want to pick it but I know the daisy will not survive if I take it from it's place.
I get up off my knees and I think to myself that my life is truly
complete.
Contents:
Dedication
"Here at HTP, it makes us angry to see people trying to write Jesus out of the Holiday Season."
SACandal!
"Recent events centering around the SAC have sent waves of fiery rumour throughout the school, leaving the Execs choking on administrative smoke, and struggling to clean up the ashes."
Mmmbop! Brup! Brup! Brup!
Grade Eight Gang: The Interview
"Yeah. No, we went to Westdale, and we robbed these guys, (laughter in background) and we knocked down all the chips and this guy grabbed all the money...and the cashier grabbed us, this big black man. We got all the money, and bought all the..."
Punk-Ass Bitch
"Somewhere along the line, hair-pulling and headlocks has turned into stabbings and vicious beatings, and society is shaking its collective head in disbelief."
Dispatches from the Underground
"What is it that qualifies a student publication as an underground paper? Use of profanity? Expressing viewpoints that would have censored by an official school paper? A DIY style layout?"
Technocrat
"It seemed obvious to this dude that the ticket to riches was computer programming and electronics. It never occurred to the man that being a corporate robot, a tool as it were, may prohibit actual enjoyment of any riches gained."
The Cure for Sanity
"...we at HTP blame everything on Mr. Pirk. The fact that the “3rd Bass” dance sucked wasn’t our… uh wait, the SAC’s fault, it was Mr. Pirk’s. The Mir space station troubles? Again, Mr. Pirk..."
The Beautiful People
"It was the Marilyn Manson concert. There were all sorts of weirdos dressed in black, and their faces were painted white. The general demographic seemed to be really fat, white chicks."
The Dreadful Poet's Society
"A law really should be passed to prevent the mis-expression of adolescent feelings. Normally, I am all for expression and the releasing of emotions, but for all of you budding poets out there, please, bottle up that angst and pop the cork in your thirties."
Landmines
The Ghostfaced Killah
"In the end, the US would much rather kill people in less developed nations with high technology, rather than with US soldiers."
Dog Guy Goes to the Dentist
"DOGGUY NO LIKE DAFT PUNK!" (This file is 120k)
