The wise and lesson-learning story made by my best friend. There's a lesson somewhere..,maybe.

"There once was a man who had seven legs. He grew up around everyone else who only had two legs, but he never really noticed a difference. Then one day, a fat kid who goes by the name of Geoffrey went up to the seven legs man and said 'you're like an octopus with one leg cut off', this made octopus man very sad. It was that night when octopus man got very mad at the Greater Spirit. He cursed at him and threw rocks towards his direction. The great spirit then got very angry and yelled at the octopus man, 'why are you being sucha b*tch?!' The octopus man said, '...because you gave me five extra legs.' This was the time where the octopus learned the legend behind his legs. The normal two were for walking,the third for running extremely fast, the fourth gave him extra sexual tendencies, the fifth enabled him to make very good cupcakes, the sixth let him paint his toes that one extra colour, and the seventh wasn't even a leg. He was gifted with an extra long penis. This made the octopus man really happy."

-- AJMB

f.

I feel empty all over. My bones feel like hallow, thin glass that can break so easily. And my thoughts, they're like bricks, piled high in my head. So full of frustration. Ready to weigh down my body, break the glass bones and tear me apart. Shred threw my skin.

For my brother. In loving memory...

written in grade 10
14/06/85 - 07/07/07


the summer will now always be dead to me
but you, you could never be,
it seems you are fading away,
why must life be so ****ing grey?
still sallow stains fall to my chin,
you're not here but will never be forgotten.

seven seven seven, everything must pass,
seven seven seven, nothing can ever last.

here today; should have been twenty-four,
gone tomorrow; never felt such pain before,
pictures fade; everything goes by so fast,
seems only our memories will ever last,
i miss you; your face; your smile,
we all thought you'd be here for a while.

seven seven seven, everything must pass,
seven seven seven, nothing can ever last.

craziness of it all, points the finger to above,
hating him for taking away what i truly do love,
remembering you still makes me feel broken,
"i love you", the words to you i'd last spoken,
still, it doesn't take much gutt to say i miss you

seven seven seven, everything must pass,
seven seven seven, nothing can ever last.
seven seven seven, everything must pass,
seven seven seven, nothing can ever last.

Creative Writing Class: Anyone who thinks the sky is the limit has limited imagination.

And there I was. After another dreadful night, I woke up and stood on the top of the apartment building to clear my thoughts. The swift movements of the cool wind flew into my nostrils and grazed my hair and shoulders. I often wished I was apart of the wind; going in every direction; never staying; never befriending anyone. This was the first time I said that to the wind. And just like that, it invited me. I became a feather dancing in the wind over a field, the houses became the grass. I could make out nameless faces and spot their problems. There was a man stealing an elderly woman's purse - she looked very poor. I rummaged through my brain for ideas of how I could help make this world better by having this power. Then I saw the person who captured all my disgust for this world. The reason why I hate my life. I completely stopped caring about the elderly woman. All I wanted to do was pull down my pants in midair and take a giant shit on the world because it shit on me so much. Maybe I could be the Hob Goblin; destroy the world, harm the people. Spiderman isn't real. There's nothing for me to fear. No one will help these wastes of space. But today is the first day of my life. I'll just enjoy it for now. I've never felt this amazing. There were diamonds greeting me in the sky, when I rubbed my eyes in disbelief and found myself with soiled pants, lying on the bottom of a staircase. It was then decided, I would no longer do LSD.

Read this. Right now.

If this book were a person, I'd marry it. It's just that good.
Just by reading this book, I fell madly in love with Chuck Klosterman and bought all of his books immediately after.