As the world continually multiplies, are we in a generation where people are divided, or people are equal?

A beautiful world with ugly people; an ugly world with beautiful people. We can never win.

These days, it's better to look poor and be safe, than look rich and be a victim.

We are soon approaching a refined holiday, "Merry Mas," where Christ will be taken out of its context.

They were shiny, shiny people that were bright like light bulbs, but there I stood out like a sore thumb, my dimness flickering self, and they saw it and removed themselves from me, forming their circle of light. Until the night died, they never noticed when the sun broke open its skull of rays, where I laid by the stop sign.

We are equal by fault, but never equal in acceptance.