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How many times has Nature spoken to us when we have tried to defy her? Icarus attempted to do what Nature had not intended, to fly; he fell. Victor Frankenstein after him, raped Nature to produce a creature from wasted tissue, then rejected it; he too, payed the price. Why then, do we continue? Why does mankind remain unchanged, not heeding the lessons others were taught by death? The question remains, but will never be answered. For the present is fading. Fading to an infinite nothingness, piece by small piece, detail by minute detail. Fading from view, and from memory. The entire future will, in a short time, be eradicated completely, and t

The 6 men song There was a man, riding a duck, And that man, oh he sat in muck, But on the man's head, was a hockey puck, So that man, he went to Shmakabuk, The man went there, to try out his luck. There was a man, dressed in a suit, But that man, didn't have a boot, So that man, he stole some loot, Why that man, he, fell down a chute, Cause the man had, a honky toot. There was a man, high in the sky, But that man, he wanted to die, So that man, fell out the sky, And that man, he started to cry, Cause the man, was really shy. There was a man, inside a bear, But that man, he had half a hair, So that man, sta

 Chapter 1 It was a crisp spring Saturday morning, and everyone was up in Birmingham. Well, everyone that is, except for Pete, who was busy cutting his leg off with a chainsaw, as it was inseparably adhered to his left bedpost. Pete had stuck it there the night before, to see if his terrier would take it off, but had absent-mindedly forgotten that Bruce was happily dozing in the kitchen, after gulping down a bucket of elephant tranquillisers, instead of the usual horse tranquillisers. Ignoring the aching pain coming from his leg, as well as the vast amounts of blood spurting out from his jugular vein, which Pete had confused with his shin,