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| Regret
As she laid there bound and gagged, she thought of the love of her life waiting for her to come home. As the tears streamed down her glazed eyes onto her dry, stretched lips, she wished he was there. When she was taken out of the trunk and she saw around her only trees and stars, her heart ached for him. She missed him so much. Falling on the hard, dry dirt, she cried his name in a muffled shriek. As her clothes were ripped off, the fabric tearing against her skin, she knew she would die and she knew she would never see him again. She thought about how she should have been more careful, how she wanted to apologize to her love that she should've been more careful. As she was being raped and the pain surged through her body, her mind mourned for the children she will never see, for the house she always dreamed of, and for the man she thought she'd grow old with. She cried, not because she was hurt or afraid, she cried for him and how she will never kiss him again. Her heart broke as she saw the knife, as it cut into her breast, her arms, her stomach. She was so sorry. | | |
| wrote this maybe...4-5 years ago..."composed" it, you might say, as i was driving...was supposed to be the episode intro...never got around to doing anything else with it...
call it lack of enthusiasm; call it ADD; or you can call it the irony of a deep, soulful understanding of one's universal and harmonious role in a world bereft of aim and reason.
Setting: as the friends sit around the dining table having breakfast before work, Monica comes up behind Chandler and pinches his butt. Chandler jumps and with a frightened and alarmed face:
Chandler: what are you doing?
Mon: what?!
Chand: (whispering) I told you! Never, never go there.
Mon: (apologetically) sorry...sorry, I forgot.
The rest of the friends sit there with blank stares, all eyes on Chandler. Silence. Curiosity is aroused and Rachel speaks out, in her sarcastic, Long Beach tone:
Rachel: what was that all about?
Chand: nothing…(as he makes that familiar goofy look)
Joey: yeah, dude! what was that all about? That was just weird?
Monica stands there silently with a “Why are you looking at me for?” face as the others turn to look at her. Her lips reveal a hint of a giggle, but is forced down. Rachel looks at her and gives sneaky smile:
Rach: that’s fine (she says as she waives her right hand downwards and sits back, face puckering in confidence). I know monica’s going tell me later anyways.
Chand: what? (curious look with hands flailing, and turns to monica and gives her another goofy face like, “you wouldn’t, would you?”
Monica: what!? I didn’t say anything! I wouldn’t…! (as her voice climbs up a pitch and she makes a guilty face with eyebrows raised)
Chandler: she wouldn’t tell you ( as he points his face towards rachel)
Rachel: (with a) Ha! (and a snort), oh yes she would.
Again chandler turns and stares at monica with a desperate face, and again:
Mon: what?!
Ross: well, you know (he says slowly)…she’s going to tell me too. I’m her brother (he says confidently)
Joey: (exhalted and saddened) so who’s going to tell me?
Phoebe: I will (with a smirk and eyes of confidence)
Everybody looks at phoebe, does she know?
Again chandler stares at monica, and again, louder this time:
Mon: what!?!?
Phoebe: oh, she doesn’t have to tell me. I just know these things. I’ve got magical powers. Ooooouuuhhh…(as she waives her arm in the air).
Rachel: so you might as well tell us…
Chandler: leave me alone! (he pleads, throwing his arms up, and walks across the room away from them, and stands in the middle of the room with his arms crossed and same frightened look on his face)
Phoebe: oooh, oooh, I know! Its cuz you have a big butt!
Chandler: I don’t have a big butt! (looking hurt and at his butt)
Rachel starts and everybody agrees with nods and “yeahs”
Ross: oh (very slowly)…is it about that one experimental thing in college? (he says slowly with one eyebrow raised)
Chandler: what? (responds confused)
Monica: whoa! (throws her arms up in the air) Hold on! What’s that all about?
Chandler: fine! fine! if you must know (he said slowly, hesitantly. Then begins breathing rapidly and with sure breaths. Stuttering and stammering and slowly) when I was in college. There was this really hard class, with this really hard final exam. (takes a breath) I wasn’t ready for it.
Ross: was it the one you had to retake because the professor liked you and was harassing you?
Joey: what’s wrong with that? (with his brows raised, a big smile, and Joey’s look of confidence accompanied with questioning motion of arms bent at elbows and palms raised skyward)
Ross: (slowly and articulately with a big grin) it was a guy.
Everybody gasps.
Joey reacts with one brow turned down, lips puckered, and head shaking rapidly.
Monica: okay..! (she yells, and she grabs a chair and sits to face chandler with the rest of the interrogators)
Rachel: Ross! You’re not helping! (as she criticizes Ross and smacks him on the arm)
Chandler stands there, arms crossed, defunked. Puzzled look on his face and continues:
Chandler: anyway (says with head tilt sideways)…it was a hard class and a hard exam, so…I faked an illness.
Phoebe: ooohh, ooohhh, to get out of taking the test! (as she points finger at chandler while bouncing in chair)
Chandler: yes, phoebe (with head tilt forward). Anyway (another head tilt sideways with arms still crossed)… so I went to the student health clinic to get a note, but I didn’t look sick, so I faked that my stomach was hurting, and I that I mighta had food poisoning.
Rachel: what? (with a look of where’s this going / so what?)
Monica: wait, wait! This is the best part! (she yells smiling gayfully with much anticipation for the punch line)
Chandler: (with face a teeny bit annoyed mixed in with fright)
Joey: so what happened?!
Chandler: I told the doctor I was having the usual stomach flu symptoms, vomiting, diarrhea, nausea…(interrupted)
Monica: come on! Stop stalling!...Sorry.
Chandler: (with the usual chandler face of confusion) …so I told him (he said slowly and then he says rapidly) and he stuck his finger up my butt and said I was okay, okay!
That’s it! Are you happy?! (he pleads, with his face in his hands).
Rachel (after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence): well, did ya at least outta the exam?
Chandler: (sheepishly, and a little traumatized, looks away ) No…
p.s. thanks to thuy for her literary insight on this a while back.
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| Is Dick Cheney in favor of torturing Scooter Libby in order to gain "actionable intelligence"?
-anonymous | | |
| To be honest, the saddest and most disappointing thing about this administration is that right after 9/11 almost the entire world was with us. Bush had every American on their feet, ready to fight and proud as ever. Look at what he had, we had. Look at us now.
The country is divided. Our allies are divided. I don't feel any safer.
Where are the fucking terror alert colors? They were changed all effing summer as Kerry and Bush were on the presidential political trail.
And I hate to keep beating a dead horse, but where is Osama Bin Laden? Screw the whole WMD debacle, it's over. I know we're doing a great and important thing over in Iraq, and then Katrina, high gas prices, and the gays happened, but I haven't forgotten about that asshole and our nation's greatest tragedy. And I hope America hasn't either.
"I'm a uniter, not a divider." -- George W. Bush | | |
| It kills me how the people we elect into power behave like children. They take sides, curse, fight, talk bad about one another (actually they spend millions of dollars on this), and participate in name-calling. Recently, the most popular political subject is the bipartisan disagreement on the war. I have heard the republicans, particularly our current resident-scapegoat the dick Cheney contemptuously call those democrats who want to withdraw the troops out of Iraq cowardly and that their accusations about the administration and the intelligence about Hussein dishonest and reprehensible. I for one do not believe an immediate withdrawal of troops will solve anything but actually will worsen the situation (hmm, do I smell Vietnam or is that just fish sauce on my upper lip?) But to partake in name-calling is not what I call disagreeing like adults. Then, I remember Bushy’s speech to us; that most stirring and powerful speech that called the 9/11 act of terror cowardly and despicable. Then I realized, these public speeches, they’re scripted, every word is there on purpose. The name calling Bush used and Cheney used is one in the same. I ate it up 4 years ago. I’m sure others are eating up Cheney’s words today. Maybe they aren’t acting like children after all. Maybe their name calling isn't childish...perhaps it's what politicians do. It might be that name calling works on us. That we're so gullible...that politicians are the adults after all, and we're the children who can't think for ourselves and must be told who the bad guys are. | | |
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