Oh, I see. I had no idea what this was all about. I decided not to use my Dragon for dictation and I am glad. Why? because I didn't realise I was going to be timed and anyway dictating makes my mind as blank as a white washed wall.
This is really quite fun. Maybe I should tell ya all about my recent surgical operation - 43 days in hospital including my 69th birthday. But I met some wonderful people who told some wonderful stories. I used to lie there in bed tapping out keywords to help me remember.
stupid rabbit hole and pretty little alice falling down. not her fault not anyone's fault but still, shes a trespasser. must cut her down. what a shame. does her blonde hair makes her more hateful or pitiful? i dont know. im not made to know. i just cut people down. im just the one assigned to execute the trespassers. like her. like little alice who did no wrong. just a normal girl following her instincts. she got captured the last i heard. had made quite an impression on the natives. yes im not a native but im not a trespasser either. how strange is that? that i get to live and kill others who came from the same place as me. stupid rabbit hole and pitiful little alice. i must follow my duty. i have been here for so long, i should not give her thoughts of mercy. i am a card now. here she comes. calm down. long live the queen
ive always tried my hardest. this is my last chance. my chance to make it big. to make it right. to be who i always aimed and fought to be. i grip the pen in my hand, tilting it so i can write down my last words. oh yes my brightest moment will also be my last. how despairful. how amzingly beautiful. no i wont explode in the streets like those fools before me. i will go down like fireworks, a shining star among others in the sky. that is if everything goes according to plan. fireworks are not actually about the fire though. the fire is always the last part. the good part. the worst part. good and bad always mixes together when you smell the gun powder. i used to hate it. i used to aim for real things on the real world but i guess life had other plans. at least now i wont be ashamed anymore. i wont be around anymore. but i guess i will. in peoples memories. that guy who made himself a pretty firework and killed everyone in that shopping mall. not in revenge but because there'd be a lot of people there to watch him go. yes, a rising star. i am the last of my kind
what is happening to me? i cant feel my legs i cant feel my face. am i dead? or am i just stuck in a dreamless sleep? i look at my right and there in the darkness i spot that shining core. its not any brighter than the usual darkness but i know its there. a light feeling against my right side. i touch it. the world burst into colors and sounds. not the birds and the warm sun but the ticking. tickingtickingticking. i still cant see beyond the general colorful blurriness around me. im still used to the darkness of the void. i still do not know what that was. perhaps this is the after life? i do feel my arms and legs now so i guess i still have a corporeal form. good. i like my dick. what happens now though? do i just wait until i get a hold of my senses? i guess that would work. but i have this feeling in my chest and i readily recognise it for what it is: curiosity. i guess some things never change huh
I’ve been too human for my own good.
With a tendency to squander and destroy.
I was going “that way,” Now it’s “this way or die.”
Oh, this thing in my eye? That’s a railroad tie.
I’ve been trying to get it out.
(I haven’t slept well in months).
It doesn’t matter where the elevator takes us.
It doesn’t matter if the election is rigged.
(Money is only valuable because of guns.
Weapons sustain the value of money.
Export - Import Extrovert - Introvert
It’s not an astrological situation of any kind.
It’s organized violence - the threat of pain.
“What is this worth! Maggot!”
“I don’t know! I don’t know! Please!”
“We didn’t hear you! What is this worth!”
“A dollar! Oh God, a dollar! Please, that is worth a dollar!”)