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The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head. ~Kurt Cobain















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WHEN THE HEART BREAKS

Joeseph was alone, on his bench. He set fire to everything. He had left himself with nothin. He burned every, and all bridges that layed out in his lie/life! He burned all his pens, and notebooks....he had nothing more to write on-he was undoubtly a FREE PERSON! He still had his book bag-
filled with his assortment of books, C.D's, and C.D. player. Which he had stolen from Patricks when he lived with him, and David. He took it upon himself to think that Patrick would never notice it gone! He was leaving for the US depleted shores of Iraq. To help with another suffocation of a foriegn country that woudn't OBEY/listen to our cru baby tyrant regime- that layed whinning in the White House!
Joseph just got some batteries from Peter the other day. Peter got them from from a friend, though he wasn't sure who?! He pushed a wheel chair through the city. Which held an assorment of suitcases-bags full of files on boats that he was intrested in buying one day. To live out the rest of his life "....away from humanoid puss filled psuedo intellegent maggot humanoid!" as Peter would say. " When I can, I am out of here! I won't have to deal with any more humanoid SCUM wud piss ants- who couldn't tell an whore from their own uncle- I know they worship satan- these puss scum wods!" he carried on for hours, showing me his botas. his talk, of leaving. Joseph was grasped by his child like innocence- while he layed dorment, and troubled by his presence. He just wanted to stretch out, and be alone underneath the moon lit purple-blue purple sky.
Peter pushed his mobile home away after an hour or so. Joseph offered wondered to himself "Would he(Peter) have trouble getting into the Jefferson building? With all thier protocol BS? Or even the WHITEHOUSE?" They laid out as intresting questions. Though nothing he cared to pursue at the moment! He just felt likje stretching out his aching body- upon the wooden bench he presently called/considered home. He placed " Interpol(turn on you bright lights album" in the C.D. player- turn it to song ten(pressed repeat) turn the volume up to 25. He always prayed, and wished it could be louder. He lit up a mental cigarette. " I don't smoke at all!" thought Joseph to himself-smiling. "But all the cool people do it...so I guess I'm not cool or hip! SCREW MEDIOCRITY! I'd rather have a mind/heart/soul of my own!" He smiled. He layed his whalish body out acroos the bench- agaisnt the grain, and smiling with eyes eyes closed. He sand along with the song:
"I wish I could live free
I hope it's not beyond me
settling down it takes time
one day we'll live together
and life will be better
I have it here yeah in my mind
baby, you know someday you'll slow

baby, my heart's been breaking

I gave a lot to you
I take a lot from you too
you slave a lot from me
guess you could say
i gave you my edge

I can't pretend
I need to defend
some part of me from you
I know I've spent some time a-lying
I can't pretend
I don't need to defend
some part of me from you
I know I've spent some time a-lying

You're looking alright tonight
I think we should go
You're looking alright tonight
I think we should go( The New By interpol)"

Always at the end of the song- a stream of tears of long and brazen rememberance menstrated out his eyes gentle like a tide crashing into a shore knocking over a barge searching for land.
He was awoken by a every bright light. That pulled in the drive. He laughed to him self thinking that Pete would think it was The C.I.A- or F.B.I! He also laughed to himself " It might be an alien- Oh no please don't probe me alien people- I don't like it in the rear!" he hystericallly lauhed as he rolled over, closing his eyes....returning to the salavtion of his thoughts disipating towards an abundance of dreams absent of this decaying-wretched-vile world of all which he knew, and loved. The drive layed in the side walk by the street. Even the squriels, and pigeons payed no mind of the resting lights.
The doors of the car were slammed shut, extrememly loud. Joseph began to her familar voices echoing off in the distance.
" We got to find him!" said Lynne with a rush.
"Yes we do!" cried Mae.
"Ya we do!" sings Marie "I hope he hasn't done anything stupid!?!...to himself."
" I kill him IF HE DID!" cried out Lynne angrily. "I'm gonna walk over there by those trees- I see a bench, and someone laying on it. It might be him! mae go check over by the stairs- and Marie go across the street...and check there. He said many times he was sleeping around here- lets fine the S.O.B!"
"GEEZ-man, pete!" says Marie " WE WILL FIND HIM!"
" I haven't talk to him in awhile." lamented Mae. "last thing I knew he was mad at what I said to him about you Ma!"
" What a moron! He over thinks, and contemplates way to much!" Hysterically screams Lynne. " I know I said I wasn't gonna talk to the kid again-because I was mad at him. Which I had a right to be. He shouldn't of said that crap to Marie- what Mae and myself said."
"He never thinks before he speaks!" laughed Marie. Lynne and Mae joined in on the laughter.
Ya know- this is only adding to Josephs aggorance, and ego!" says Lynne with her golden smile. "But I do care about the arsehole-I wasn't sorry that i didn't send him any money when he asked."
"Ya- he prolly spend it on heroin." says Mae angrily. "Even though now he says he never took any heroin back in Januray through march?!? It was just a lie-because he said he was going crazy- and he thought we abandon him."
"He's such a pompus ass!" angrily says Lynne. "I don't know what to believe out of him anymore. He has become very lazy, and quite demented. After I hug that slob-I'm gonna punch him in the gut."
"He might like that coming from YOU!" Laughs Mae.
"Ewww-I don't even want to think about that." says Lynne feeling a bit queesy, and nauseated. "Now lets go attempt to find Joseph."
"Ok!" says marie walking towards the street- then crossing it.
"Ok!" says Mae walking towards the stairs.
Lynne begins to walk over to the benches. She notices the Pink Back Pack-realizing it is Joseph laying out on the bench. She walks over to the bench. She becomes stifled by the stench. She places her slight fingers over nose. She presses own on Josephs back. "Hey smelly!" she says akwardly, still with her fingers attached to her nose. joseph lays there without moving. " Wake the hell up-SMELLY!" Lynne angrily says again. "If I have to touch you one more time-it won't just be a touch- I WILL STRANGLE YOU! And we are in a public place, so it won't look right. So before I strangle ya-push yerself around- and wake the heck up now...JOSEPH!
"LYNNE?!?" shiveringly cries out Joseph. "I don't want to! I don't want to see you here!."
"WHY?!?" says Lynne pricking his head.
With a quickness Joseph gets up. He stares fondly at Lynne. He takes her hand, and kisses it ever so softly. From across the way marie and Mae are watching. They hang over by the car- they watch as though they are watching two animals in a cage carressing, and holding eachother. Joseph places Lynne on the bench- silently and swiftly. Tears began to swell, and swim in his eyes. He turns his head darringly like an arrow, and screams "You two get in the car-NOW! ASAP!"
"Yes DAD!" the annoyingly say. They turn around, and get in the car, looking out from the dashboard of Lynnes car.
" Joseph?" cries Lynne sullenly. Joseph collapses to his knees beside Lynne. "What happen to you?"
"Do I still make ya happy?" asks Joseph as he takes off his pinky ring, and places it in the center of his hand. Lynne sits there stunned, and tears dripping out her eyes. "WELL-DO I STILL MAKE YA HAPPY? LYNNE!"
"I don't know?" Lynne says as she stares off at strangers as they passbye looking at this grandoise play. " Can you stop this please- this is embrassing!'
" DO I STILL MAKE YOU HAPPY?!?" softly repeated Joseph.
"That was a different time-everything has chnaged since then. Everything changed after you left for Hollywood-without saying goodbye."
"WELL-YOU STILL MAKE ME HAPPY!" cried Joseph as he places the ring on her left index finger. This is for you- as a remeberance of me- when the heart breaks- when my heart lays breaking/aching for you Lynne."
"OH JOSEPH?!?!" cries out Lynne. "oh joseph."
" I love you lynne- and I willnever hide that! I love you Lynne -but I set ya free!" Joseph says as he kisses her hand, forhand, and cheek. He gets up. He places his back pack on his back- and he walks off.
" GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD!" screams Lynne with tears cascading out her eyes. "Get back here...you COWARD!"
Mae and Marie run out from the car- and embrace Lynne. "Maybe it's for the best?" says Mae optimistically.
"Wut a freakin bassard!" says marie conserativly.
'I'm never talking to that asshole ever again!" says Lynne as she looks at her left index finger, and the ring that adorns it. She looks at it through tars with awe, and a smile. "BUT HE WAS/IS MY ASSHOLE- PIG FUCKER!"
"Maybe you can/could find better?!" says Mae "Maybe you could find better- that's what Joseph would say."
"Though I never tried with Joseph-everything got so COMPLICATED- mushy and scary." sighed Lynne
"Maybe it was met to be..." said Mae with a confused look on her face.
"SUCH IS LOVE!" said Marie with her warmth, genius and fiery glare. " Love is what we all desire, but not all of us ATTAIN!"
" AND- as I pushed him aside- he walked away from me. I"M NOT SURE IF I WANTED HIM OR NOT!?!? THOUGH -I want HIM right NOW! and HE WANTS me!" cried Lynne.
"LOVE IS- the hardest of all of GODS GIFTS!" says Marie.
Up the road from the bench, sat Joseph crying. Along came one smiling with a bag of food. "Oh don't cry, here is your food. The lord shows he loves us all- even though we are all sinners. Here take the food, and read the word of our lord that will take away your tears. PRAISE THE LORD!"
" I will take the food...for i am hungry." says Joseph. "Thank you, and my stomach thanks you. But nothing will save me- I am unsaveable- as I am unloveable- God didn't die for me or you. He died out of his own selfishness. What you do is a great service, but demeaning as well. maybe you should let us wrteched street dwellers die here in the streets. You can have your pseudo society- I want nothing to do with it. I craved freedom, and love. And I now have niether- god doesn't love me- he doesn't even know I exist. Or care that I exist. I lost the one thing I truly loved- and I met god in her eyes. You can call that what you want- even call it lust- I do not care! I DON"T CARE! Love was all I ever cared about- and love never cared to stay with me. Maybe I did suffocate it at times- though It was all that has ever kept me alive. I am sick of this wretched dwelling- I am sick of this flesh- i want so much more that words can never truly describe. So again thank you for the food- But I am dead as a leaf falling from a tree screaming in agony! All I have left to do is wait to die. And one day I will die- as will you- and as god has been for a long time! AMEN! Hallelujah-praise the lord! MUCK-MUCk-MUCK!'
The guy runs away in horror pulling out his hair screaming "Satan has come- it's the end of the world!"
"The end of the world happen yesterday." Joesph mutters laughing out loud." It happen yesterday." Tears earthquake, and waterfall down his cheek. He places his back pack on the bench. He opens up the bag, it reveals it self- as a blossoming flower. He pulls out the sandwhich- the apple, banna- and oatmeal cookie. At the bottom of the bag, lays a can of soda. "There's nothing like a great can of sodapop! i love my soda, i love my pop! Water is great, and kool aide is refreshing. Though there is nothing more golden- well except for Lynnes smile- then a great can of soda pop!"