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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

a written truth for a written truth (the nonexistance of harold)

9 A.M in the morning, the sun shining though the blinds onto the top of a Harold Lloyd. He wakes up, takes his daily early shower, sits down after making a casual breakfast.

For two mouths now he hasn't bothered getting the new paper; he hasn't bothered turning on the t.v, the radio, or computer. "everyones is dying" will read the head line of each media.

Humans are crazy running from death. the vitimans and organic store are all sold out, trying to prevent death. masks wrapped around the heads of children and rubber gloves for hands.

people are going insane. not Harold, he just sits here eating his eggs and cereal. he stopped going to his work, his boss and half of the employees he knew are dead; everyday tens of thousands die, so why bother. Harold just sits there looking outside at the silence.

family was part of the problem, this death started with the embryos.
a spike of miscarriages was alarming. but soon all the would-be mothers and father dropped dead....as well as their own parents.

it didnt just stop with the unborn. families with roots, toddlers and teens, started to pass from youngest to oldest. whole familys wipped out, blood erased.

for two months he has sat here looking at the quiet world, wondering if today was his day. he never had a child... so there was no way of telling. he had no brother or sister... so there way no way of telling.

after a month in fear, parents started to smother children in their sleep before thier death could find them. poisoning their siblings before being poisoned. but most of them found out that you couldn't kill a death.

whenever Harold would leave his house, he saw the devolution of human kind in progress. people that were still alive began to live off of some "miracle" they claimed to keep them alive.

chain smokers never let down their cigerettes, bars were open forever; people eating raw coffee beans, diabetic's overdosing on insulin. people began to walk backwards and talk in tongues. murderers stole souls.

the hospitals didnt know what to call this. religion called it the movement. churchs lost mind and faith. now lost to the seventh layer

poor Harold has to live

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