.... by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I .....

.... left on the door of the monkey house which read as follows: Dear Monkeys, You guys have got to start helping out a little bit, because we are tired of helping you do everything. From now on, when we feed you bananas, its your responsibility to pick up your banana peals and throw them in the garbage can. It would be a great help to us. Sincerely, Gus and Barbara. When the two smartest monkeys, Ted and Jill, finally translated this note, they told all of the other monkeys how outrageous it was and the whole monkey room was in an uproar. Most of refused to clean up their .....

.... destroys precious information in which they have spent so much of their valuable time retrieving. I feel that is just a bunch of (excuse my vulgarity) crap. I feel people should have the right to know what they want to know without being accused of breaking and entering, and trespassing in someone else's computer. I think people are just getting defensive when I seem to know more than I should know. Like, a teacher or someone that has supposedly had high level of training, or is an expert in a subject, feels pressured or challenged because of the fact that I might know m .....

.... way, please do not read this, or at least do not take it seriously. For those of you who feel you can handle this, read on. Now, let us start at the most logical place to begin, the beginning. What is reality? Well, there are many explanations and theories about this, but I based mine on what I can observe and how I perceive things as a whole. Reality, as we know it seems to be made up of various dimensions. Most people will say reality is three dimensional, but it's really more than that. Time is often considered a fourth dimension, and so .....

.... where I lived with my family. Our house was the best structured on the street. It was a house the right size to fit us all in. The house was built with wood that’s nails that were hung lose but strong enough to hold on for another winter or so. The ceilings were cracked and wet from the rain during winter, which then leaked through into our house. My siblings and I shared a room together. Rebecca slept beside me, and Zareh slept on a separate bed. My parents slept on a king size bed, which they were thankful for. It provided them rest and relaxation after a long da .....

.... because it would be much cheaper. One day all of his commandants threw a mass germicide in the ghetto and many were killed. I thank God that I was a lucky survivor, but they ended up finding me, and I along with many other Jews were taken to where I am now, Auschwitz. Here they have shaved our heads, took our clothing, and both men and women are viscously beaten if not killed for no reason, besides that fact that we are Jews. Also men and women are separated, along with the women being separated from there children. I have been told that today is my last, so I just wanted to .....

.... hunger was satisfied for the moment. He would again be hungry, and to satisfy his hunger he would have to rummage for more comestibles. He searches and explores the depths of the city of Transylvania until he spots a beautiful woman in her late twenties. He knows this woman, but of course his untamed edacity overpowers his will to spare her. He advances toward her and prepares himself for the assault. In a matter of seconds he is on top of her lashing at her stomach, unleashing a torrent of fearsome strength. With an uncontrollable rage, he fastens his incisors, again a .....

.... us. It smelled like mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt. Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the paddles, and floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked us downstream, periodically bouncing us off of sandbags and sharp branches lean .....