Poncho:
I live in a box. A lovely, unique little box. My box is connected to another box which allows me to pass onward to another box which contains a box that belongs to someone else or another box that leads to other boxes. All in all we are all connected by boxes. When I got out at night I wonder who would like my box. I wonder what their box is like. I wonder what it would be like if I had another box. I figured out that I don’t lust or love, I just find someone who would like to reside in my box for any length of time. I really have never liked anyone else’s box except for mine. What is beyond our boxes?
I hate my box. I hate my box. I hate my box. I hate my box. I hate my box. Did I tell you that I hate my box? Or is it that I hate my box? If you need me I will be in my box. For my box is all that I will ever know.
Wouldn’t it be nice to completely destroy your box. Without your box, what would you have? Well you would definently not have a box. I guess my box is not all that bad, it is the only box that I have. Maybe I could do something that could spice up my box. Hey, how would like to have my box. You could reside there just like me. You and I in our own little box. If you wanted we could even make new boxes. What do you think? We can be in it for the boxes. Lets go on and cheer for it. BOX, BOX, BOX, BOX!!!!
-Evad
PS Replace the word box with life and reread it all again. Smile, your box depends on it.
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Sir I find your tale of boxes intriguing. As a man of time, which to I attest to being, I live in a state of eternal box-menship. Which is very similar to living in a box, except I see it more like a ship. My ship sails around, searching the ocean’s far and wide for other ships. Sometime I play with these ships, yet other times I attack them, but regardless, my ship is definitely the coolest ship. It’s one of those ships with a pirate flag on it. Or at least that’s what I tell everyone. I’m not really sure If I know what kind of flag I have resting on the high masses of my ship. Perhaps it’s only people of a different ships who can tell the true colors of your flag, and they too can’t see their flag or what it stands for. Maybe our true flag is one of heart and character, with virtues and residual self embodiment which only a true sailor can appreciate. Regardless of my flags shape or color, I know one thing is for sure, My ship would definitely run the hell over your crappy box.
The Emperor of Time Travel
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