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Time Machines

In all my dreams, I'd always seen
worlds far away, countless stars in between.
Galaxies of shining gold,
entire suns burning cold
ships and aliens running round
teleporting to the ground

Captains logs, and death stars
androids, Klingons, life on Mars
A pantheon of alien life
sometimes hostile, sometimes nice

But space soon, was not enough
an emptiness amongst this stuff
until a box, blue and grand
made it's way onto my land

A lanky man, with floppy hair
came sauntering out without a care
"I'm The Doctor", he turned and said
"I'm alive now, I was just dead.  "

I"'ve changed my face a dozen times
I've loved and lived and paid the price.
But alone too long I've been around
Come along and I'll return you safe and sound."

 "Why would I come with you, strange man?"
"I'll take you away to far away lands.
I'll show you all of time and space
no limits, no boundaries for me's the case"

"This blue box of mine, is not just that
it's got engines, seats, and a cricket bat!"

"Engines inside a big blue box?
Now I know your off your rocks."

A coy look and smirk he gave
and snapped his fingers, the doors gave way
and inside that big blue shell
you wouldn't believe it for all of hell

Bigger on the inside with space to boot!
A pool, library, and a woman's boot.

Had company? I asked with a smile
proud that I had the guile.

His faced turned sad, and really cold.
His eyes drooped down and he grabbed a hold
of a lever on his left and pulled it
"a friend of mine, before my last life ended."

TBC

Murderous Tiempos or Time to Kill [at work]

Well, I've got some time to kill befor I'm off of work. This new policy that forces teachers to stay the 45 minutes after the bell that are lawfully allowed. It's really just a way of getting teachers to do tutorials for free when EOC comes around but for the meanwhile it's just another pointless procedure in the wonderful oh-so-sensical *sarcasm noted* world of education.  So, I'd figure I'd write a little something since I feel off the writing wagon a few weeks (see: months) back.  So here are just some random tid-bits about my life and me essentially just ranting.


First of, I hate being ignored. By girls, especially. I absolutely fucking despise it. I prefer being kicked in the nuts and told to fuck off for (xReason) than to be just plain out utterly ignored. It happened to me recently and if you're a friend of mine that's even relatively close, then you've heard about it. See, thing is that it was out of nowhere.  Everything seemed great and then BAM nothing. Sure, it was only a couple of days that we actually even had any sort of communication outside of facebook, but I thought we enjoyed each others company. I guess it's just the fact that it leaves me wonderng "wtf did I do?"
-Did I fuck up?
- Text too much?
- Not enough?
- Too pushy?
- not pushy enough?
- met someone else?

all of these are totally okay cause, like I said, I barely know this girl, so it's (almost) whatever.  Thing is that it seemed like we were cool--at the very least I thought I'd end up in the friend zone. But then...nothing? Double you tee eff, mate.  So, if anyone knows any information....please, feel free to share it and if you don't and don't even know who/what I'm talking about "Nobody reads this Luis!"  shut it! "Talking to yourself, they say thats' the first sign..."    Of, genius? yes I know. Anywho, keep me posted!!


- This staying til 4:15 is so utterly pointless it makes wearing crocs seem prudent.  *shivers* 
- I really wish I could wrestle those fuckin' LWA shows. They'll have an awesome crowd...and no one to entertain them.
- Training being led by Spartan today. WATCH OUT NOW!
- Since I'm not doing the Mr. Laredo show, I really really really want Chic-fil-a. :D
- I always spell it Chic (like fashion sheek) instead of Chik....
- Also, I have this student in my class that looks like one of my ex-girlfriend. My most recent one at that (see: not recent at all 2+ years).   Still, it's kind of trippy looking at a teenager that looks like the last person you were ga-ga for.  She's lucky. I'm sure I'll subconciously treat her nicer than other kids lol She's a good kid to begin with. NO. Don't even start with the jailbait jokes. That shit is nothing to laugh at--it's a felony and I'd lose my job.  "What about the morality of it"   ...the moral is I'd lose my job? What more do you want from me!? kidding...pedophilia is wrong!  I'm looking at you Ashley Blumenshine!  Heh, Blumenshine...I bet she blumenshined his ...I'll stop now...
-Also, I'm totally biting the Geekologie.com style of writer. It's a tribute to you GW! Only because I don't feel like being original and frankly, I find it hillarious.


Well, I'm putting in four minutes overtime! I'm deucing....and not in the I'm on the toilet sense, Polo! Nastay...

Adios!

Angels Pt III

I took a big gulp.  The thought hadn't even occurred to me. The paper, the writing , the ink was at least 50 years old. There was no doubt about it.  Eons before the internet or e-mail was invented we had someone write about it on paper. It had to be a farce, right? 

I looked at Mrs. Botello wearily. 
"Let's check your e-mail." I said meekly.

"OK".

We slowly walked over to her desk, cluttered with assignments and books and trays that held letters and post-it's and referral forms and turned on the computer monitor.  Botello grabbed the black mouse and double-clicked on internet explorer it opened up to the e-mail homepage. She typed in her user name and password.  "vbotello, ********"  *click* 

We waited.

One new message.

From:  Gongora 
Subject:  Read Carefully.

Both Botello and I glanced at the name and looked back at each other. The same name as my teacher and her friend.  The date stamp said today, one minute ago. This thing was just sent.  Botello navigated the mouse cursor to the subject link and clicked.  The browser rapidly open a message. There were a few attachments.

The e-mail read:

"Guess, what, Rosey, Vero? I'm not dead!"

Too Good To Be True

There's too much on my mind to write. I'll keep up with it tomorrow, ya'll. Sorry!

Angels ptII

RING!!!

The bell startles me outta my seat. I look around and everyone's just moving on to their first block.  I sat there silently as every one rushed passed me eager to get into the halls.  I had to think about what I had just read. Mr. Gongora did have a knack for playing tricks but this felt different. It didn't feel like one of his tricks--mostly because his tricks usually involved the whole class seeing and he wasn't a creeper like Coach Saenz. *Shiver* Yuck, Coach Saenz.   But Gongora was always a sweet heart. He had never had a girlfriend, he would just date and he would treat his students like he would little sisters. "You girls are trouble" he'd always say "it'd be easier to just teach boys, at least I can just scream at them. You lot, you're smarter, you I have to be nice to." he'd continue with a smile and a wink. 

I carefully glanced at the picture again. The statue was now facing the camera. It's arms spread out at its sides in the manner that catholic saints are portrayed, palms up and open.  The face was blank, the eyes had no pupils, and the curly hair engraved in stone was split down the middle and was short going only slightly past the ears.  The angel was depicted as wearing a simple robe garment with a belt around the middle.  The faces blank stare seemed to mesmerize me.  I suddenly felt ill. I was intrigued and disgusted at the same time yet I couldn't pull myself away. The blank pupil-less eyes were drawing my attention and the more I tried to look at another part of the photo the more the eyes called me back.

"Rose!"

I snapped back into reality.

"Urm, huh, yeah, what? Hi." I tried to fake a smile. 

"Mrs. Botello is calling you, you're gonna be..."

RING!

"Late." Sandra finished ,"Come on, let's get going."

"Hey Sandra, are Botello and Gongora friends" I inquired.

"Um..yeah, I guess, I've seen them talk a few times, they share stuff. Why do you care?"

I briefly thought about telling Sandra about the letter, the picture, the statue. Everything. But I decided that she'd think I'm a nut job so I decided it'd be best to keep it to myself. "I'll just tell Dan" I decided "he's a weird dude, he'll appreciate this."  So I settled there. Only Dan and myself would know.

I grabbed the letter, the picture and my make-up and stuffed it all quickly into my backpack and scurried over across the hall to Mrs. Botello's room.  From there, class was normal like usual. Short journal, short assignment, distract Botello by asking her stories about her life, turn in said short assignment, talk and wait for the bell. The usual. Oh and throw in some screaming and yelling in there too.   When the bell was about to ring for the next block I asked Botello if I could stay behind. 

With a strange look she wearily agreed.

When the bell rang, I stayed behind. 

"What's going on Rose Mary?" she asked.

"Well, you see, umm, well, Mr. Gongora..."

"Is missing, I know" she interrupted. "His car's here, he clocked in, his lunch is here, but we can't for the life of him figure anything out." 

My eyes widened and I got a sudden lump in my throat. Slowly, my eyes started to water.

"Oh sweetie! No, no, don't cry! I'm sure there's a good explanation..."

All I could do was muster the composure to hand her the letter.

She grabbed the envelope and stopped mid-sentence.  "Where did you get this!?" she asked with a sudden change of tone in her voice. The sweet and caring voice was gone and now a worried voice took it's place.
She slowly walked over and picked up something on her desk.  It was a note written in blue ink--Gongora's ONLY choice in ink color and in his unmistakeable almost illegible print.  All the note read was "wait for the letter. Then check your e-mail. - EGong" 

"This was in my box this morning" Botello explained "I didn't understand it but..well, here's the letter. Is he up to one of his little pranks or projects?"

I simply nodded no.

"I didn't think so, this paper is at least 50 years old. It looks like the love letters I kept from my youth, only...older still."

I glanced at her quizzically.

"The paper wasn't what bothered me, sweetie."

"Then what did?" I asked

She paused for a moment. Pursed her lips together in thought and took her reading glasses off. She sat at the edge of her desk and gulped visibly.

"My husband collects antiques, you see. Old war items, mostly. Money, guns, coins, hats, clothes, and letters. So I've learned a few things..."

"Mrs. Botello, no offense, but could you get to the point? What bothered you if it wasn't the old paper?" I interrupted.

She took another visible gulp and cautiously said "It's the ink. The ink bothers me."

"Why? It's old and faded like the letter, so?" I asked.

"So if it's as old as the paper, and as old as that letter, which is what it appears to be..." Botello started

*BeepBop* The e-mail alert rang.

"Then how did whomever wrote it know about e-mail?" She said as she cocked one eyebrow.