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E.M.T's rushed out of the ambulance - fearlessly helpful - You could see adrenaline running like mascara smearingly sentimental. The emergency bag carrying the essentials - to the scene of the accident, hair-tearingly eventful. A flipped vehicle, spilling, gasoline like tears of the devil. The driver behind the Kia Sorento is clearly disheveled; wearily mellow - For having flipped over the median - getting ejected - and clearing a fence pole. A first time father. A bad experience from the get go. The responsibility memo sailed into his window Sincerely, The Threshold. His wife couldn't get pregnant; called him hysterically with Hello!? ''Estamos teniendo un muchacho del bebé!!!!'' "Oh hell no" Who was in his home, in his lair - 'Esta muerto!' Most of the time he wasn't there; working indispensable schedules. Plans of becoming parents hatched like herring-deep cesspools. Tiringly trying to swim upstream - being speared unsuccessful.. Beer after beer after beer after beer after beer after beer after beeer Veering revengeful. Steering suspenseful. The rear view mirror rewinded his future; Merely mementos. The red moon of death looms. Blood shot eyes in flashlights appear regretful. The E.M.T sorts enthusiastically through gauze and sheers utensils; Reminding you to remain calm as sirens caringly echo; A dull glaze leeringly gentle... Looking into a sky clearly judgmental The light at the end of the tunnel, peering at you daringly detrimental His wife had giving birth to a conspiracy named Celestial The hospital staff cheered; but she wondered why her husband isn't here; her Angelo. .. The driver of the Lincoln Continental is pulled from the wreckage by his elbow The medical team; hovers over him like angels; his halo - lumineeringly special. Sterile scissors cut the clothes from his spirits impenetrable force field of ventricles and skeletal bones. The barricade holds back the crowd; jeering; engrossed. The driver of the Continental is asked by God 'What he feels in his soul; .. He tells him; 'the driver of the Kia Sorento is in need of serious hope' His wife is in the hospital; in tears; in console. The baby was born 9 pounds - 3 ounces; healthy as the white-tailed deers in the grove." ... "Angelo; we need to know if you have any sensation near your toes" .. ''So what'll it be'' God said, domineeringly so... .. The driver of the Lincoln Continental; saw the situation - answering slow... .. "Use my good karma as Clearance of the driver of the Kia Sorento...." .. The phone rang in cresendo: his wife answered: expecting good news;cherished aglow Seeing the world through her rose colored glasses; she prepared a ear for his tone. .. "Maria your husband has been in a car accident; he is irreparably whole - It is a miracle he's even alive - But he's hanging in there..." .. "Angelo... .. Angelo Count your blessings... bro you're going home to see Celestial!" .. Optimism is a person becoming paralyzed from the waist down realizing that he still has the hands to hold his embryo. How optimistic are you? Last edited by Red glare; 04-18-2013 at 02:50 PM. |
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