I felt faint, looking out to the pouring

I felt faint, looking out to the pouring rain in my High School. When will my Mother be here? And then, I saw him. The one I've loved since the seventh grade.

It was the fence. The fence behind the school's track. I had an unhealthy affection for objects. I once had a torrid fling with a cinderblock wall right next to

centimeter by centimeter, then millimeter, etc., until I ran out of metric prefixes. I was living Xeno's Paradox on and off. I kept things close in the event of impossible motion.

I found that as I progressed by steps imperceptibly smaller than an a zetameter, I finally enjoyed each moment to the fullest. My atoms resonated in a slow dance of tortoise rigor

To embrace the steady slope of an infinite convergence. I would get ever closer to my destiny but not quite reach it. I could almost touch the other side. Then I was pushed over.

The ref blew his whistle and a red card was issued to Wayne Rooney. I was awarded a corner and now was my chance to win the FIFA world cup. The wall of players left their nuts open

I aimed straight at Beckham's. I would save the world from a few more stupid baby celebrity names. But just then a streaker appeared out of nowhere and scored the most beautiful go

rilla fur tank top in the whole swap meet. He put it on, but you really couldn't tell the difference. I asked the odd gentleman to deliver a package to Mr. Beckham & pulled the pin

listening for the resulting explosion. It triggered off down the block like expected, but I was surprised to feel the pool water rocking. I drank my colada & waited for the police.