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Zen on a Friday
written by Sugar Free04:28 PM 2/11/05Today is Friday and the people of the world begin to relax. It is as if they are taking their first breath of fresh air upon entering the world from their mother's womb. Zen is relaxed today. Actually Zen is relaxed everyday, but just more so than usual today. In the back of Zen's mind he begins to form a plan. The beginnings structures of the next phase he will embark on our easily manipulated lives. Zen now knows the great power he hold at his finger tips. He will not be one to abuse, but will be one that is never forgotten.
Zen looks at the ball of power he holds in his hand. he never saw something that was thought of to be so great look so real before. What is this power anyways? It is said that only the masters are to ever hold such a thing. but the thing he holds looks avergae to his eyes. His heart begins to sink a little for perhaps even he had higher expecations and hopes for this world than what can really exist.
Therefor On Friday Zen begins to brew a storm of ideas on how he is to use his power this weekend. he must concentrate. YOU people must learn... leave our Zen at peace... he must recrooperate to amaze us once again.
Zen... always a pleasure to have and be held by. |
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