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"Wellph" the kid says to himself. Hate it, love it, or disregard it. The kid ponders of all the possibilities, every single one, knowing whither it could be a chaotic disaster causing rubble and ashes or a beautiful fire with bright orange hues and a wonderful blue tint. Either way the kids going to cook a nice gourmet meal, crack open a nice ice cold can of coke, watch a movie or two, then sleep on the decision... And hopefully come up with a decision before the deadline. He thinks about it everyday, knows it's kind of a big issue and really is a crucial and important decision for the kids company, which could potentially cost thousands vise versa it could also make the company thousands, there's no middle ground to this one, but he still can't decide if he's ready to call the shot. He wakes up feeling refreshed, feeling brand new, and actually very optimistic, however he still hasn't thought of an answer, which is troubling for the kid because he knows every day is a day passing by, knowing that time after time, day after day, the deadline approaches, eventually he needs to call a game changing decision before time runs out which not only affects his reputation as the chief operating officer but also critical for the company. He takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, takes off the covers and kicks them to the side of the bed next to the wall where it nudges in the little gap right above a picture of what seems to be a very beautiful painting, then proceeds to the bathroom where he washes up and looks himself into the eyes, combs his hair with his hands and then starts his day. His smile when he walks out reaches the mailman who also smiles and waves back. He goes to his car lights a cigarette and then heads out to clear his mind.

A time where the hands freeze, a time where the birds stop chirping, a time where the dew illuminates in the morning sunshine. The world keeps spinning, the rotations keep at a constant pace and the stars explode one by one, slowly dimming the light, slowly getting colder, slowly causing an ice age. The orange hue remains still, the cresent is barely seen and the hands stay still as the birds remain frozen. The wings suspended in air, the dew not evaporAting and the wind comes to a standstill. The planets keep moving, the rings keep turning, the universe remains still. What a wonderful tragic early morning.

Wolves, admirers, and a lot of fakes. Take you're time reading. Enjoy.

Now a days it seems like times slipping away. Slowly ticking a hand on the clock over and over again. The wonderful thing is that there's all the time in the world. Times always going to be there, responsibilities just pile on, thus taking away from time. However by breathing deep inhales and deep exhales, time should be going by second by second just fine; if the batteries are good of course.

Just imagine, a boy down on his luck, struggling for a pack of candy, knowing that candy bars are 3 dollars for a king size. The boy looks under the cushions, under the rug, and all over the street. He finally gathers enough quarters, dimes, nickels, and pennies to save up. Then goes to the local super mart and realizes the candy bars jumped up to four dollars. The boy so mad takes all of the candy on the shelves, throws them everywhere and runs out with pockets full of king sized candy, neon crawlers, and of course needs. The boy darts into his sanctuary in the woods and eats one candy after another, fulfilling his sugar fix.