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I'm seeing a short story where some poor guy is hounded and hemmed in by blood thirsty numbers...

2,175 posted on 02/10/2006 5:26:58 PM PST by Darksheare (Aim low! They got knees!)

Dripping, sickly-green, lurid numbers...with long nails that have their own blackboard "screeeeeeeeeeeeeee...."

2,177 posted on 02/10/2006 5:31:13 PM PST by Monkey Face (If I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?)

To: Darksheare; Monkey Face; Das Outsider

All right, you asked for it!

Numbers

The world is what the world is,
You can’t make it perfect.
You can’t make it safe.
You can’t make it make sense.

If you live an average life,
Half the people that you come to know,
And love,

Will die,

Before you do.

This is a statistic. You can check it out.
It’s just numbers at work.
The cold equations.
Numbers at work.

Numbers,
Numb.

Nobody said that Life was fair.
One thing we know for sure.
Death is not fair.

It may be equal,
But it isn’t fair.

Young children shouldn’t die.
Healthy young adults shouldn’t die.

Old people, who have seen too much of sadness,
And have grown weary of the torment,
May welcome uninterrupted sleep.

But I’m getting tired of it.

NicknamedBob April 29, 2004

2,178 posted on 02/10/2006 5:31:58 PM PST by NicknamedBob (Well, we had our Uncle Joe. Then we had our Uncle Ho. Now it looks like we have an Uncle Mo.)

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