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I filled through the long line of people. One by one we were judged. People were sepertated not acording to color or religion preference, but to good, and bad. I took a glance at a guy sitting next to me. I know I had seen his face many days before. My obstical of illusion questioned. (Was it on the plane? At the bar? In the resturant? Where had I met this guy?) I calmly looked over and asked his name. As he began to speak, muffles of a intercom shrieked my ear. April Spidle room 5C. As I walk down this long corridor there are doors aligned against the walls. I open one and hear extreamly loud shrieks. Someone is dying. OH shit where am I.  

A Peaceful Day Peace supported the hallucinations today. The chips were thrown in, let bygons be bygons. Honeysuckle lemon drops, and candy canes were the only thing keeping me sane. I lye my body upon the nest of flowers helping to support my weight. Tear drops from the heavons fall to the doorstep. Im alive and free today, for the sun rose once again. Laughter filled my heart and lungs. The dellusions were gone. While catching up with the world, I had left my illusions behind. God drove me up here today, speaking my name. As I prayed for joy, the lord heard my echo. The trees in the heavons and the birds in the sky were all that