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The Bad Guy
I don't like being the bad guy. No one likes the bad guy. No one wants to spend any time with the bad guy. People hate me.
But I'm very good at being the bad guy. I'm smart. I'm curious. I'm devious. I love twisting people's view of reality, and you can only do that well as a bad guy, as someone who doesn't give a damn, as someone who has such a skewed vision of reality that we don't have to live by someone else's rules. We make our own.
You know, killing is good. It rids the world of the weak. I hate the weak.
I'm not sadistic. I try to do good clean kills. I try to minimize the mess. I really don't want people to hurt. I'm not into pain. I'm more into relieving suffering. And the weak, they do suffer.
I never run out of victims. At least half the world are victims. Stupid people. People that irritate the hell out of me. And it's the hell they get from me. The sooner, the better. On a good day, I eliminate three to four idiots. On a bad day, it's more like ten.
I don't plan my kills.
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Waterfall
Waterfall
a prose poem by John Kremer
I found the strangest waterfall in a narrow channel along a flat plain in the gully near my home. It was too flat for a fall, and yet I heard the unmistakable gurgle of a waterfall. So I crawled down into the belly of the gully to check it out more closely.
Even at close range, the water still appeared to run across a plain without a fall. But then I saw what looked like a hole in the middle of the flowing stream. So I picked up a stick to poke around to check how deep it was. Well, in doing so, I upset the hole and the gurgle and everything. Whatever hole might have been there I blocked, then plugged up, then eliminated altogether. Whatever fall might have been there, I leveled. Whatever channel might have been there, I eroded. I ended up with a flat alluvial plain, flowing smoothly, making no soothing gurgle, and loaded with mud, mud, mud.
The whole thing was just a result of the uncertainty principle, which simp
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Waterfall

a prose poem by John Kremer

I found the strangest waterfall in a narrow channel along a flat plain in the gully near my home. It was too flat for a fall, and yet I heard the unmistakable gurgle of a waterfall. So I crawled down into the belly of the gully to check it out more closely.

Even at close range, the water still appeared to run across a plain without a fall. But then I saw what looked like a hole in the middle of the flowing stream. So I picked up a stick to poke around to check how deep it was. Well, in doing so, I upset the hole and the gurgle and everything. Whatever hole might have been there I blocked, then plugged up, then eliminated altogether. Whatever fall might have been there, I leveled. Whatever channel might have been there, I eroded. I ended up with a flat alluvial plain, flowing smoothly, making no soothing gurgle, and loaded with mud, mud, mud.

The whole thing was just a result of the uncertainty principle, which simply says that you can't have your cake and eat it too.

The moment you touch something, you change it irreversibly, and forever. Any contact of any kind with anything results in change — change both in the thing and in you. You're never the same again. You can't be. And neither can it.

But that's the beauty as well as the horror. It's frightening sometimes to think of the power we have to change each other, to change a small part of the world. But that's the beauty as well. That opportunity to create an entire new world through every small change we make — that opportunity is glorious, and one I'd never pass up, not for all the undecaying gold in the world.

I destroyed that waterfall today and, in so doing, I lost something. But I gained something, too. I gained contact. I touched, and though I somehow destroyed by that touch, I also created — something perhaps no better, maybe worse, but something that now carries a part of me forever.

That's always something more.

And that something more is precious.

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misskisskaulitz Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thankyou!!
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johnkremer Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2013
Thanks for the thanks. Glad you liked what I've added so far.
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