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:Ririforehead: Poor thing had to taste your morning breath
You know what, I will not stoop to your level. I'm in a good mood today :angelicface:
Looks like I'll be able to play ball today 
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As soon as I say that it looks like it's about to rain 
Yeah right, you say worst to me
It really is father's day...Happy Father's day
ill_will82
What you see, is what you get
That's most of Detroit for you if you go around the city look around most of the neighborhoods you got 2-3 abandoned houses. He'll go in a good neighborhood where it's 3-4 nice houses on the block and there is at least 1-2 abandoned houses next door to the nice homes.
Mayor Duggan is more so worried about building up downtown Detroit than the residential areas because I guess he wants to bring in businesses to invest. What good is that when the neighborhoods look like shyt?
It explains why my cousin kept talking about "downtown Detroit" and nothing else when she was trying to convince me to not move out of state
Sigh, let me go to church
ill_will82
What you see, is what you get
Mojo Jojo Morpheus
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So, I've got this dream, right.
And in this dream, I wake up.
I get up, get fresh, and step outside.
Everything is normal until it isn't.
Because as I step out, I step up.
What I mean is- my first step is my last step, because my feet no longer touch the ground.
Somehow, inexplicably, gravity has forgotten me and I am floating.
It's like nothing I've experienced before.
It feels like nothing, yet more.
That ever-present reassurance of solid ground beneath my feet is gone now.
I am no longer held to the earth, cradled close to its firm bosom.
I am a balloon without a string.
Gently rising into the gray dawn.
In a matter of moments, I'm higher than my head.
6 feet and rising with nothing to hold onto.
I shout but no one hears me.
All the world is still sleeping.
I've never seen my neighborhood from this angle before.
Grass sparkles, emerald blades dripping tears of diamond dew.
The corners of the world have yet to settle and harden.
Everything is still soft and new, as morning mist curls close like a sleepy lover.
I am in awe of how extraordinary the ordinary can be.
I slip past my roof and just miss grabbing its edge.
And quick as a blink, my wonder turns to fear.
What if I fall? What if I drop?
Will I break my legs? Will my heart stop?
And then I stop, calmed by that final prospect-
Of an end to life, thought, and pain.
I have clung so dearly to every breath with nothing real to gain.
Looking down, I see what I leave behind:
My house- my home, family, friends, ex- lovers,
Everyone I've disappointed and made me feel alone.
It's all miniature now, shrunken down to the size of ants by my ascent.
Higher and still higher, I rise with the morning sun.
Radiant beams turn the dusky gray into brilliant blue.
I lean back and look up into the cloudless celestial ceiling.
I briefly wonder if anyone can see me now.
If my absence will be noted, the lack of my presence mourned.
Because I hope not.
I hope I slip out of mind and memory, like fetal dreams.
I hope I leave not a name or a face but a feeling.
And still, I rise.
It's harder to breathe now.
A chill settles over me and seeps into my core.
A cold so deep, I know I will never be warm again.
I can see the curve of the world now...
The way everything bends at the edges until there are no edges,
And it all comes full circle.
I understand that I am in space, but I do not feel.
My nerves have long since been devoured by frost.
I am alone now.
Truly.
No longer tied to a world I never felt a part of yet always pretending.
I float out and away, into the infinite nothing.
My skin is just a hollow shell now.
I am empty on the inside:
As I have always been-
A hollow man.
One day, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a million years, I will crash into some celestial body.
And then, even this frozen shell will shatter into icy dust.
That's when the nothingness inside will join the nothingness outside,
And I will no longer be, me.
And in this dream, I wake up.
I get up, get fresh, and step outside.
Everything is normal until it isn't.
Because as I step out, I step up.
What I mean is- my first step is my last step, because my feet no longer touch the ground.
Somehow, inexplicably, gravity has forgotten me and I am floating.
It's like nothing I've experienced before.
It feels like nothing, yet more.
That ever-present reassurance of solid ground beneath my feet is gone now.
I am no longer held to the earth, cradled close to its firm bosom.
I am a balloon without a string.
Gently rising into the gray dawn.
In a matter of moments, I'm higher than my head.
6 feet and rising with nothing to hold onto.
I shout but no one hears me.
All the world is still sleeping.
I've never seen my neighborhood from this angle before.
Grass sparkles, emerald blades dripping tears of diamond dew.
The corners of the world have yet to settle and harden.
Everything is still soft and new, as morning mist curls close like a sleepy lover.
I am in awe of how extraordinary the ordinary can be.
I slip past my roof and just miss grabbing its edge.
And quick as a blink, my wonder turns to fear.
What if I fall? What if I drop?
Will I break my legs? Will my heart stop?
And then I stop, calmed by that final prospect-
Of an end to life, thought, and pain.
I have clung so dearly to every breath with nothing real to gain.
Looking down, I see what I leave behind:
My house- my home, family, friends, ex- lovers,
Everyone I've disappointed and made me feel alone.
It's all miniature now, shrunken down to the size of ants by my ascent.
Higher and still higher, I rise with the morning sun.
Radiant beams turn the dusky gray into brilliant blue.
I lean back and look up into the cloudless celestial ceiling.
I briefly wonder if anyone can see me now.
If my absence will be noted, the lack of my presence mourned.
Because I hope not.
I hope I slip out of mind and memory, like fetal dreams.
I hope I leave not a name or a face but a feeling.
And still, I rise.
It's harder to breathe now.
A chill settles over me and seeps into my core.
A cold so deep, I know I will never be warm again.
I can see the curve of the world now...
The way everything bends at the edges until there are no edges,
And it all comes full circle.
I understand that I am in space, but I do not feel.
My nerves have long since been devoured by frost.
I am alone now.
Truly.
No longer tied to a world I never felt a part of yet always pretending.
I float out and away, into the infinite nothing.
My skin is just a hollow shell now.
I am empty on the inside:
As I have always been-
A hollow man.
One day, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a million years, I will crash into some celestial body.
And then, even this frozen shell will shatter into icy dust.
That's when the nothingness inside will join the nothingness outside,
And I will no longer be, me.