the cure for cancer
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My head pulsed as I pressed myself to set off outside. I dreaded the
night; shadows cutting into my eyes, along with echoing whispers
bouncing into my ears. I desperately wished to skip work, for the
night hours brought me nothing short of hell. I pushed my hair
back, struggling to draw closer to an excuse for my cowardliness.Im so fucking pathetic, I thought, shaking my head at myself. I
unbolted my door, and sprinted to my car.
he polluted night air ripped at my nostrils while I dro!e. I flipped
my phone on, struggling to play my music to distract myself from
the !ile city. My idea failed to work, as I lost signal inside of my
feeble excuse for a motor !ehicle. I slammed my fists on my
steering wheel, frustrated beyond words. he nightlight grew
darker as did my anger."s I approached my office, I couldnt help but feel that something
was off. I kicked my door open, and grabbed my briefcase. he
gra!el created clouds beneath my feet as I cautiously walked to my
workplace. I poked my head into the door which opened itself
selflessly to passersbys such as me. attered papers flew off of
desks as a gust of wind picked them up into its wide arms. he
blinds swayed as I fell, but I caught myself on my left hand.
" piece of paper stuck to my palm as I brought myself to my feet. Ipried it away from my cold fingertips, examining its contents. I
fucked your mom last night, it read. I gasped a breath of cold air.
#$ags% I exclaimed to myself, gripping the paper with my hand.
" figure emerged from the shadows, which danced along the walls,
not in the &hris 'rown kind of way, but in the kind of way which
possibly ignited forth a bowel mo!ement within my (eans, for the
figure was a piece of shit. he figure continued to creep towards
me. I grasped my pocket knife which lay inside my butt pocket.
&ome and get me #faggot% I screamed at the top of my lungs,bringing out my )wiss "rmy *ocket +nife.
I ad(usted my glasses, struggling to come across my in!ader. "
murmur brought its de!ious self into my ear hole which replied,
nly fags call people fags, a ball of fiery rage grew within my
stomach. -ow hypocritical, for him to e!en dare think of that, I
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thought to myself. I lunged at the figure, like a spoiled teenage
schoolgirl lunges for a -ollister tshirt. he figure gripped at my
ankles and whipped me across the room like a ragdoll. "nother
piece of paper stuck itself onto my face; I ripped it from my nose,
struggling to translate the broken language which read, / M"0'12
he figure stood by the doorway, snorting manically, and inhaling
large amounts of air. I picked myself up with my battered arms,
scampering towards the exit. 3e me thinks that le you are mad%
the figure chuckled, placing his hand upon his face in sheer
en(oyment. I gripped my hair at the seams, fearing for the worse.
&ancer% I screamed, grasping my forehead. he figure drew
closer, whispering, 3eedle leedle leedle le, welcome to the #4agarmy.
5hat the fuck e!er happened to original content2 I 6uestioned,
standing tall. 5here are the days of actually laughing at a picture,
instead of coming across the same garbage that spews across the
internet2 "t this moment I push the figure into the doorway.
3ike this picture for this bullshit% 7% the figure hisses,
placing its russet feet backwards. he burning sun starts to pierce
through the blinds, My time to shine, I think to myself.8ou are the plague that riddles the internet, the cancer within
e!ery blackened soul. 8ou are the root of all that is wrong with this
world% I yell, grabbing the figure by its horribly misshapen wrists.
8yyou cant do this% it screams, 3e #4ag army will not fall%
3e we are one, le we are stro, I stab the piece of shit in the chest,
as he stops midsentence. -e plummets to the ground, spewing out
his final words, 5ho needs oxygen when theres swag2 3ike this
picture to win an 9box% 3lle gorilla face% I stomp on its face,
and pull my knife from its chest. $/////////% it screams,falling to ash.
he days of unoriginality are o!er% I declare. My colleagues
emerge from under their desks, starting a slow clap. t00
did it, 1obertson, my boss shouts. hey rooted and cheered, until
late morning arri!ed. 3ets get this place cleaned% 1obertson
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shouts. :!eryone started to reluctantly sweep and clean. 1obertson
than walks o!er to me and said, odd I need you in my office.
I slowly mo!e to his office, lost in thought, thinking why he would
bring me to his office after all I had (ust achie!ed. -e shut the door
behind himself and took a seat. -e clasped his hands together,staring at me. 5hat did you need2 I ner!ously ask. I was
wrong% my boss cried. I ne!er should!e allowed #4ag on our
computers% Iits fine. I replied, staring apologetically at
1obertson. Its not% he screamed, pulling a gun from under his
desk. 7o% I shout, Its not too late% I reassured him. IiI!e
seen too much odd, all these rage comics, like for this, and bad
memes. I!e seen too much% -e positions the cold metallic gun
onto his temple. 1', 7% I shout as he blows his brains out.I ne!er did get that promotion, nor did I recei!e closure. he
internet can exist as a lo!ely place, but can drag you into the
depths of hell; I!e found that out the hard way. 5e all are human
beings, li!ing different li!es, owning our own opinions. 5hether
were black, white, democrat, republican, like *epsi, or &oca&ola,
we can all agree on doing whats all on our minds, shutting down
#4ag. 3ets make the world a better place, and lets team together
to find the cure for cancer.