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during the timeless serenity of staring at a muted movie with Charles, James stood up to give a presentation

 "imagine clicking a link to a website that's supposed to 'enlarge your penis 10 inches guaranteed in 1 week' but it doesn't actually do that!"

 Charles began scanning the room for the television remote

 "using html5, the browser begins fucking itself so hard that the visitor can barely move their mouse. their computer is having a seizure from how much html5 shit they just got assblasted with. during this brief period of hysteria, the website uses one of many tools to ddos the visitor's connection while also trying to send a tiny virus that silently installs itself after the computer reboots. the visitor might just hard reset their computer if they don't think it's worth the trouble to figure out how to exit the website, or if they think the website is going to give them a virus... and that's when it happens -- bam -- the computer restarts, the virus installs, and for a few hours continues installing shit silently until we have full access. think about it, man, do we have the technology?"

 Charles stared into James' eyes for a much longer period than normal

 "you have beautiful eyes, james."

"thank you, charles."

"bog'?"

"bog'."

 the pair went out into a beautiful and starry night, and Charles passed James a bogey

 "do you think that, like... space... ends?"

 James stared at a specific point in the sky for a few moments before answering

 "light can only travel so far before it's no longer visible, i think. something about gravity or wavelengths makes it essetially disappear, right? that means space is technically only as wide as the light from each end can reach. i don't think it ends, but maybe outside of the visible universe, there's an endless emptiness with no light and who knows what else... and we'll never know. we won't even leave our solar system..."

 "you make science sound so hot."

The other night after band practice, I told my friend for no reason to “drive slower tonight” because we’ll see a big animal on the drive -- not just a squirrel or something. While driving, I was mumbling to myself “where are you...” as if I was playing along with myself that I actually predicted it.

Not 10 minutes went by and a huge deer ran across the road. We had never seen a deer, or ANY animal on this drive prior, and it’s a 45 minute drive we’ve done dozens of times. That was the only animal we saw that drive, also.

I’ve done shit like this before, where I predict something almost as a joke and then it actually happens. I always do it on a whim, and I’m always confused when it actually happens. 

James and Charles are sitting at their dining room table while eating snacks and bickering

"alright then, if my business idea's are so bad, how about you give me one of yours?" charles asked.

"bro, you're not even ready for this." james replied.

Charles listened intently

"sit back, buddy, you're gonna have your dick blown off. imagine you're the owner of a website like youtube. people search things on that website millions of times per day, and sometimes they're gonna not be able to find exactly what they're searching for, right? imagine you make a program that uses a specific algorithm to find searches that don't yield satisfying results. like maybe someone wants to see a stuffed animal that's also a hovercraft. i shouldn't need to elaborate on that idea, because that's genius on it's own, and we may get to that idea in the future, but this idea is the program. you find out solid numbers on how-"

In the middle of James' sentence, Charles said he had to get a snack, and left for a minute. Charles returned and sat on the other couch in the room, and went back to listening.

"many searches of a specific thing come up with unsatisfied people. and you know what you do with those numbers? you push that as a product. if there's already people who want it, you don't even have to think of a demand you're filling, because those are already out there for them to take. once they start making that product, i think it's more than likely that even more people are going to want that thing. if lots of people want it, then surely it will work. think about it, man. you could become a millionaire by selling this idea, and here i am just telling you all about it. do i even care? do i care about anything any more?"

"hey, bro, i heard of this movie yesterday, let's watch it!" charles asked

"oh, dude, i thought that movie was interesting, too. let's watch it." james said excitedly

IF YOU WANT TO MAKE A BIG HIT SONG, YOU CAN'T SING ABOUT A PROBLEM OR FEELING THAT'S SOMEWHAT SPECIFIC TO YOUR OWN LIFE. A SONG LIKE THAT MAY BE GOOD, BUT IT'S ONLY GOING TO REACH YOUR FAMILY AND CLOSE FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY KNOW YOU AND CARE ABOUT YOU.

HOWEVER, IF YOUR FIRST GOOD SONG IS A SONG ABOUT A PROBLEM OR FEELING MOST PEOPLE HAVE, YOU'RE WAY MORE LIKELY TO GO VIRAL BECAUSE NOT JUST PEOPLE CLOSE TO YOU WILL LIKE IT AUTOMATICALLY. 

AFTER YOU'RE ALREADY POPULAR AND YOU HAVE A FEW GOOD SONGS, YOU CAN SING MORE PERSONAL LYRICS LIKE STUFF ABOUT YOUR DAD AND MOM BEING DISTANT AS LOVERS, OR HOW YOUR OLDER SISTER BULLIED YOU. YOU JUST HAVE TO START OUT BY SINGING ABOUT HOW WHEN YOUR GIRLFRIEND STOPS TEXTING YOU, YOU GET VERY LONELY, OR, WHEN YOU'RE FED UP WITH WORK BEING SO STRESSFUL WITH SCHOOL BEING YOUR MAIN FOCUS DURING THE DAYTIME, SO YOU FEEL AS IF YOU'RE WASTING YOUR LIFE.

Am I going to meet my

class is in attention as mz. bailey turns to the board to write down the outline of the next lecture

a classmate raises her hand

"Mz. Bailey, how come some kids in here fat and some kids in here skinny?" the 3rd grader, Anna, asked.

"Well cuz they eat more, don't they, child?"

"Well, yes... but... why do they eat more?"

"Now that there, child, is somethin' all of us ought to think about someday, isn't it? Why do we eat food? When we was hunters, food was life, food was fuel to keep ya goin'. Now that we all evolved and smart, we have too much food. We eat food when we bored or when we feel like it. We take food for granted. You grow up rich you got all these snacks in your house and you just take one whenever you damn well please, don't ya, child?"

"Well, no, I-"

"You got all the cookie, swiss-cake-roll, pastry-ass food you want, don't ya, child? You probably sittin' here thinkin' bout those Twinkies you got back home in ya cupboard, ain't ya? Well, what you feel right now isn't hunger, child, it's a craving. A craving for somethin' that ain't hunger. You eat food for entertainment, like it's an evenin' cartoon. What you want isn't food, you just want to be entertained. Little Lucy over there you askin' this question about probably has a lot of free time on her hands and a lot of money, don't she, child?"

"Um... I..." Lucy stammered

Anna interrupted Lucy

"Mz. Bailey, how do I spell geography?"

charles and james are sitting on the couch in charles' living room.

"You know what I wanna be, man?" Charles asked.

"What, man?"

"I just wanna be obedient and diligent, you know? I just wanna be a nice guy to everyone and be known for that."

"You don't want to be an astronaut or a scientist?"

"I don't... maybe... I don't... I don't know..."

"Tell me about it, man."

"What if this is only my brainwashed mind wanting what they want me to want, man? What if the government and advertising agencies are just telling me to want to be obedient and diligent for them? They want me to consume what they give me and not ask questions or something? Is this me being self-aware in a moment of clairvoyance and breaking through the spell that was cast on me? What if none of this is actually logical? What if these are symptoms of some untreated mental illness within me? Am I schizophrenic? Bipolar? What if my moment of clairvoyance right now is simply to alert me of the problems with my mental health? What if these are symptoms of my medication? What if my medication is making me sick?"

"Dude they just fucking drowned him HAHAHA"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"