Huddled against the back wall were naked people, male and female, all trying to hide, shielding their faces with their hands. On the mattress lay a man with his legs gone to the hip and the stumps of them blackened and burnt. The smell was hideous. Then one by one they turned and blinked in the pitiful light. Help us, they whispered. Please help us.
That was completely unnessesary and showed your insecurity and immaturity, and I've got better things to do than waist my time on people like you; people who sit in front of their computers all day and think they are untouchable. If you won't accept my help, then what's the point in givin' it? Well, walk up those steps out of your moms basement and to the table... I think your dinner is almost ready.
...hehe...if those exist...and sure thing...I myself don't seem to be human seeing as how I'm still up and will be for many more hours....have a good rest, non-insomniac.....
....yes...but maybe one day self-realization can become a reality and we can further our technological advances and further our mind's capabilites.....
......*grins*.........Charles Dickens was a realist.....*thinks*.......He happens to be one of my favorite writers because of it......Everyone says he was a pessimist...and I say, no....he just saw thing for what they really were.......
Do I really need to explain myself to you? I don't know you, why should I open up? Although some may use AAN as a social network I find it pathetic that people would bother using online access to waste hours reading peoples weak descriptions of themselves.