Standing atop the desert plateau, I peered

Standing atop the desert plateau, I peered through my scope and casually picked a target. No one in particular just some

dope eating cheerios. I hate that cereal. Heart healthy? Won't matter now. When I first started killing, I would think

about their families. Not any more, they deserve what they get. My father taught me to live by a code and I intend to

walk the walk and talk the talk. It won't matter who I step on. In the end it is this that matters most. You keep

getting what you want. No one will hand it you right or will they

will. You never know. That is what makes people so odd. That and

the fact that the name a person says the most in his lifetime is his own. What happened to compassion and community? Why is it that kids these days

jumping around on their pogo sticks that come from Wal-mart or other big box stores. The colors are atrocious and the kids just can't

tell them apart because they all are color blind - which is a blessing in disguise. Isn't that the oddest thing?