The most amazing awesome part of writing a story or novel is the REJECTION. Hep! don't say a word because it is the truth. We do learned so much when we are rejected. In rejections you keep on seeking and finding the best way or solution to what is really wrong. There are so many wrong and so many wronged. How you can make them right? And that's proven to be of a CHALLENGE to some people I know. They learned to find ways and better route to that task. It will make you stubborn. Most of all it can make you THINK like a tank. Think tank.
Oh my what a boring life we have in this very small island with boring people. I have to find some kind of enjoyment such as providing my own spectacle of entertainment. I first thought that having another family to be with me in this lonely island will help me alleviate those needs of super drama, comedy , and sort of reality life enhancement but so far so good they are into their own reality of seeking other pathways to their own oblivion. My bad. Why I have them here for? Did I make a wrong choice? I have chosen a wrong family to help me? Oh darn. What a LOST cause.
For them to tell me HELP YOURSELF! Are they out of their minds? I took them here and then they told me such an insulting statement. I could close the whole island with no ferry boats goin' in and out. No bridge for you guys to get in to another island. Worst of all there will be black out from then on whenever I pleased.
The reason why you are chosen here in the island is for you to be civilized not to be piggies. Everytime you become piggies you end up like a lechon. There are too many trees, too many wood for you to bury the dead if there'll be. Everytime you set fire or have that cremation you end up with too many dustmites. You are propagating the many kryptococcus and they are toxic. You'll be breathing them , they will be on the air, on our water. And you'll drink them. They never die then you'll have that stubborn skin diseases that never go away. Cancerous! It is. You'll be hearing voices, you think you are paranoid but you are not... that's natural. You can really hear the atoms you know. Unfortunately you wont see them. Your eyes are not meant to be high-powered calibre electron microscope.
Cremation is double death. Oh yeah you can have those dust or ashes inside your gas tank so that it strikes like an engine and broom broom your vehicle is ready to burn the dustmites once again. That's how it originates. The power that runs your cylinder are dead people.
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