From Geology!

These are some random things I've written during Geology lectures.

I wish that people were born with their body shape and that it couldn't be changed. The lanky people would be lanky, the fat fat, lean lean, curvy curvy. There would be no health benefits, defects, associated with any of these, there would be no changes, attraction would be equal and WE COULD JUST BE. No, no, maybe not.
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Something wicked-Jonestown-why didn't Jones just give his followers Prozac and then suddenly stop? Half of America knows that the withdraw would be more painful than cyanide kool-aid. They would kill themselves. It would have been more of a statement, doom, yes. Probably more messy, too. Prozac is expensive though.
That is fucked up.
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The right-way mentality. We travel on the right, always on the right.
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What I remember about the guy I saw a long time was that he had a lot of friends but seemed very lonely.
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"He grows his own weed. Other things, too. You didn't know that?"
"No."
"That's what his friends say. They would know."
"He has friends?"
"Have you seen him? Of course he does."
"Yeah, I know." I was sinking into the seat and suddenly felt very far away.
"I think he's single. There was a rumor that he was gay."
"It doesn't matter." It didn't.
Outside the highway blurred, like a dull gray river. I suddenly wanted to open the door and roll out onto the road, into the water. I'd be carried away by the current, tumbling around, eventually landing on the bed to be buried by mud. I reached for the handle, rested my hand on it, unbuckled my seatbelt...
"What are..."
I pulled and she screamed.
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Rising out of my dream her scream became mine, but my throat was crushed under the weight of some spectral tire and the noise died in my head.
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