"I, your pastor, whom you so reverence and trust, am utterly a pollution and a lie!" (131)
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Scarlet Letter 6: p.126-144
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Scarlet Letter 5: p.107-126
"he was often observed [...] to put his hand over his heart, with first a flush and then a paleness, indicative of pain" (110)
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Scarlet Letter 4: p.91-107
"this boon meant [...] to keep the mother's soul alive, and to preserve her from blacker depths of sin into which Satan might else have sought to plunge her!" (104-105)
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Scarlet Letter 3: p.72-91
"Thus the young and pure would be taught to look at her [...] as the figure, the body, the reality of sin" (73)
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Scarlet Letter 2: p.56-72
"And my child must seek a heavenly Father; she shall never know an earthly one" (64)
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Sunday, December 7, 2008
Scarlet Letter 1: p.45-56
"a people amongst whom religion and law were almost identical, and in whose character both were so thoroughly interfused, that the mildest and the severest acts of public discipline were alike made venerable and awful" (47)
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Saturday, December 6, 2008
Crucible Essay #2
Daryl Thomas
AP English- Mr. George
3 December 2008
“The Crucible” Essay 2: Toying with Emotions
Abigail Williams elicits a plethora of vile emotions; one’s head is overwhelmed by anger, hate, annoyance, frustration, and irritation when thinking of her. Those who have seen or read “The Crucible” would have some exceedingly foul words for Abigail. Why is this so? To the ignorant in Salem, she may be the only hope for amity, but Reverend Hale and John Proctor know that Abigail Williams is merely “a lump of vanity” (Miller, 110). As the play proceeds, her treacherous actions and deceitful manipulations create a character that manifests the Devil, which forms a fervent feeling of animosity towards her. When her devilish ways are put into question, she rides the ignorance of others to circumvent losing her reputation and being caught lying. From sinfully committing lechery with John Proctor until sneakily fleeing for the Barbados, Abigail Williams was always a conniving and devious minx.
As the chaos in Salem was imminent, accusations of witchcraft were proliferating. When Tituba was incriminated for this act, she cunningly stated that she worked for the Devil, yet was now obedient to God. She then began to shift the blame by condemning others for this sinful deed. Inspired by the effectiveness of Tituba’s duplicity, Abigail found an opportunity to obtain revenge on Elizabeth Proctor. Since Abigail slept with John, Elizabeth was creating a bad name for her. When asked about the removal of Abigail, Elizabeth would coldly say, “she– dissatisfied me” (112). The townspeople interpreted Elizabeth’s words as insinuating Abigail for doing something unacceptable. Salem was a strictly theocratic society that wanted “to keep the community together […] and to prevent any kind of disunity that might open it to destruction by material or ideological enemies” (7). Therefore, any intimation of misbehavior was taken seriously. Abigail then followed the footsteps of Tituba, saying, “I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus! I danced for the Devil; I saw him; I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus” (48). Thereafter, she trumped false charges against others, eventually accusing Goody Proctor. Abigail’s vengeance laid the foundation for her treacherous actions.
Abigail’s false accusations were mere appetizers to the main course of her profound deceit. Having lied once, it was necessary to continue lying to avoid being caught. She used the townspeople’s ignorance of witchcraft to instill fear as a diversion. An example of this was the poppet Mary Warren gave Elizabeth. Abigail purposefully stabbed herself in the stomach, knowing that Mary stuck a needle in the poppet. She then lied saying that Goody Proctor’s spirit hurt her, knowing that the poppet would back her claim. This brought horror upon the people of Salem for it was their validation of witchcraft. The scheming Abigail successfully diverted their attention, continued to get her revenge on Elizabeth, and could use Mary Warren as a scapegoat if need be. This constant manipulation of others helped Abigail continue to disrupt Salem.
Many fell for Abigail’s exploitation. Though she may have been a girl in a masculine society, her words were assertive and seemed true. When Abigail guided the girls to be equivocal when speaking of the night they danced, she threatened them if one told the truth: “Now look you. All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam’s dead sisters. And that is all. And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, […] and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you” (20). All the girls were forced to conform to Abigail’s liking for she instilled fear, just as she did to the whole town. When Judge Danforth questioned Abigail if the spirits were merely an illusion, she took away his superiority by manipulating his idea of the witness being the only truth; if she were to help his problem, then he would have to believe her: “I have been hurt, Mr. Danforth; I have seen my blood runnin’ out! I have been near to murdered every day because I done my duty pointing out the Devil’s people–and this is my reward?” (108). At this point, Abigail controlled the head of theocracy in Salem. Her power was at its maximum as she headed towards pure evil.
Since Abigail overpowered everyone in Salem, the fate of the accused laid in her hands. The justice of God was expected to judge the case, yet the final judgment was that of the Devil. Though she fled for the Barbados before the hangings, Abigail left her influence; she did enough damage to Salem. Elizabeth Proctor did not get killed, but many innocent, pious men and women were collateral damage for her demoniac intentions. Murder could now be added to the long list of wrongs committed by Abigail.
From vengeance to pure evil, Abigail Williams fully transformed into the Devil. A lie to save her name opened a door to get revenge. This led to chaos in a whole town and the death of innocent people. Knowing Abigail for the villain she is, it is a relief that Salem “had no ritual for the washing away of sins” (20). Though she may run away from the responsibility, she will always be stained with the blood of those killed for the rest of her life, as she marches towards Hell.
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Sunday, November 30, 2008
From Reverend Hale to Danforth in response to his rulings
Dear Judge Danforth,
Have you not been so daft this entire time? Those girls are speaking lies! These stories of witches and the Devil are all hogwash. How could petty teenagers fool such a respected judge? Do you realize the wrongdoing in your decisions? You have killed innocent men and women, actually men and women that were very pious and adored by the community. How could you be so foolish? To me, you are the only one showing signs of the Devil in Salem.
All this chaos was due to vengeance. If you only took heed of what the men had to say or what the depositions wrote, there would not have been such a bedlam. You would have realized that Abigail Williams was a whore, or that Thomas Putnam was out to get Giles Corey’s land. If for once had you forgotten about yourself and your reputation, these realizations may have occurred.
I am completely aware that my words in this letter will get me punished, but I do not care. You are not the judge of me or anyone else. Only God is. All those that have been killed will be brought to new life in the kingdom of Heaven. I only hope that God will shine his light upon you. Amen.
Sincerely,
Reverend Hale
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From Abigail to Goody Proctor after the Lechery
Dear Goody Proctor,
I have finally mustered the courage to speak to you. It is I, Abigail Williams. I hope this name does not make you crumple the letter immediately, for I have to bring up a matter of importance. I beseech you to forget about the past in order for you to take my words seriously.
Your husband, John Proctor, was a good man. He loved you and cared for his family. That night that I lured him, I could sense the guilt from inside of him. Sadly, the desire at that moment caused him to forget the things he really cared for. After that night, the goodness of John Proctor was made evident, for he confessed the sin he committed. Every time John and I talked since that night, he showed complete disgust in me and always defended his true wife. I tried to lure him completely away, but he threatened to confess to the whole town of what we did. John stayed true to you, Goody Proctor. He always loved you. The Devil just tempted a good man. All humans are prone to make mistakes, and this was a mistake John made. You should not feel coldhearted towards him, for I know that John has a fiery passion for you in his heart. He could never feel the same for anyone else, especially for whore like me.
All in all, I do not ask for your forgiveness for I do not deserve it, but I ask for you to forgive John. Please forget what he did before, for I know he only wants you.
God bless,
Abigail Williams
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Saturday, November 29, 2008
From Proctor (in heaven) to Abigail 1 Year Later
Dear Abigail,
Remember me, John Proctor? Probably not, for I guess that you have moved onto another man, or should I say men. I am the one you infatuated, once loved. You broke my wife, Elizabeth, and I apart. All your love was mere pretense for you later framed and defamed me. Your actions brought upon my death.
I have hopefully sparked a memory in your childish brain. I may have done lechery with you, yet God found a place for me in his kingdom. In the end, goodness won my heart. I realized that the Lord was the final judge of everything, no one else . With this epiphany, I found God and allowed for Danforth to hang me. I died with darkness in my heart, yet awoke to a new light, the light of heaven.
Though I still loathe you, I would like to give you my forgiveness. This concept may seem foreign to you for you are the Devil, but the goodness of God has motivated me to forget our differences and love the sinner. With my new understanding of Our Father, I have realized that we are all human, and He made us imperfect. I should not hate you, but the actions you have done.
Abigail, I beg of you to leave your past behind and go onto the road to heaven. It is hard to forget what you did to me, but when God took me in his hands, I realized that evil would never overcome. God has opened my eyes, and he could do the same to yours. In heaven, everyone is equal. You do not have to worry about your reputation and never have to feel pride. Lying is not a necessity, something we both know you seem to worship. One just has to embrace God’s love and always try to share that love onto others. You once loved me Abigail; show me that it was true.
Proctor
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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Crucible Essay #1
Daryl Thomas
AP English: Mr. George
22 November 2008
“The Crucible”: Who is to blame?
Cause for a Crucible
What is theocracy? It can be epitomized by the Salem of 1692. Rules and lifestyles were based on celestial values and the Bible; God judged everything. But, with the uprising of the witches, Salem headed towards chaos. The fate of the accused lay in the hands of Judge Thomas Danforth, making him the manifestation of God: “There is nothing but goodness in God, […] nor does anything that is evil come from him; he is not the author of sin, […] [and] strongly forbids it, under pain of his displeasure” (Gill, 93). God was the essence of goodness and justice, yet Judge Danforth succumbed to “his displeasure”, losing his reputation. He allowed his pride to determine the verdict and ended up killing innocent people. He held the highest status on the theocratic scale and used this as an appeasement for the fraud he felt in his “black heart” (Miller, 120). Though thinking he was powerful and wise, simple teenage girls were able to fool Danforth into playing the blame game. God would be ashamed to see Danforth as his representative. The judge had the power to stop this bedlam, but he did not due to his selfish intentions; Danforth had hold of the reigns, but steered the horse off course instead of stopping it.
"Mr. Hale, as God have not empowered me like Joshua to stop this sun from rising, so I cannot withhold from them the perfection of their punishment" (130). Danforth took advantage of the power God supposedly gave him. He compared himself to the biblical figure of Joshua, who led God's people to conquer the Promised Land. He believed it was his duty to punish the accused because God told him to, just as Joshua was told to punish the Canaanites. Danforth felt his power was unlimited. The people were to look to him as the final judge, as if he were God. If the accused were guilty in his eyes, then they would be guilty in everyone else’s eyes: "But you must understand, sir, that a person is either with this court or he must be counted against it, there be no road between" (94). God could only have this kind of power, no human being could handle it, for all humans are imperfect and can fall for evil. In this case, Danforth fell for pride.
C.S. Lewis described pride as “the complete anti-God state of mind” (Lewis, 122). As Judge Danforth entered the story, he was assertive with his power, bolstered by stating his accomplishments. When Proctor and other men went to plea for their wives’ lives, Danforth only wondered if they were questioning his authority: “Do you know who I am, Mr. Nurse? […] And do you know that near to four hundred are in the jails from Marblehead to Lynn, and upon my signature? […] And seventy-two condemned to hang by that signature?” (Miller, 87). With such love for his reputation, Danforth was cautious that his actions did not mar his prestige. This led to the death of many innocent people: "You misunderstand, sir; I cannot pardon these when twelve are already hanged for the same crime. It is not just" (129). For having final say about the fate of the accused and being the voice of God, Danforth's thinking here was absurd. He said that it would only be fair to kill the remaining witches because many were already hung. He did not take heed of any breakthroughs in the evidence or the depositions, for his vision was clouded by pride. If he did not kill the rest of them, many in Salem would look down on him; he was trying to save his own name instead of upholding justice. Since Danforth’s judgment was impaired by pride, he needed the help of others to make decisions for him, others being the unreliable and duplicitous witnesses.
"In an ordinary crime, how does one defend the accused? One calls up witnesses to prove his innocence. But witchcraft is [...] an invisible crime, is it not? Therefore, who may possibly be witness to it? The witch and the victim. None other" (100). To base his decision solely upon the witnesses was a very foolish move. Abigail Williams and the other girls were not to be trusted. Though the Devil may not have actually been wandering Salem, he was represented by Abigail, “for Satan himself transforms himself into an angel of light” (2 Corinthians 11:14). She lied once and would not stop lying to save herself, while the other girls just tagged along. Once again, Danforth was an idiot, this time for listening to Abigail. She was the witness, the angel of light; he had to believe. Of course, Danforth did not have “the slightest reason to suspect that the children may be deceiving [him]” (Miller, 91). A judge of his caliber, or if he so claimed to be, should have taken this into consideration. It seemed as if Danforth did not even consider the accused innocent until proven guilty, but the proof was there, the accusations of Abigail and the other girls. Danforth really dug himself a hole here by believing them. He could have stopped their little blame game by considering what Proctor and others had to say. Unfortunately, he fell for the Devil’s cunning.
No matter what anyone did, Judge Danforth had final say, and with this power, he judged incorrectly. He felt that he was on the same level with God. As this pride filled him, it harmed his thought process and decision-making. As his mind was blurred, Abigail and the girls easily tricked him into believing their words and accusations. For these reasons, Judge Danforth was to blame for all the mess in Salem. He let the reigns of the horse slip out of his hands.
Works Cited:
Gill, John The Body of Doctrinal Divinity The Baptist Standard Bearer, Inc., 2001.
Lewis, C.S. Mere Christianity London: Macmillan Publishers, 1952.
Miller, Arthur. “The Crucible” New York, NY: Penguin Group, 1952.
The Bible: Authorized King James Version Oxford, England: Oxford University Press, 1998
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Crucible HW p.128-145 Giles is my boy.
"You misunderstand, sir; I cannot pardon these when twelve are already hanged for the same crime. It is not just" (129) Judge Danforth
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Crucible HW p.113-127
"I may shut my conscience to it no more- private vengeance is working through this testimony!" (114) Reverend Hale
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Monday, November 17, 2008
Crucible HW p.98-113
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
Crucible HW p.83-98
"Excellency, he claims hard evidence for his wife's defense. I think that in all justice you must--" (86) Reverend Hale
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Crucible HW p.68-83
"Question Abigail Williams about the Gospel, not myself!" (70) Elizabeth Proctor
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Crucible HW p.49-67
"John- grant me this. You have a faulty understanding of young girls. There is a promise made in any bed-" (61) Elizabeth
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Crucible Character List p.36-48
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Crucible HW p.36-48
"I must tell you all that I shall not proceed unless you are prepared to believe me if I should find no bruise of hell upon" (38) -Reverend Hale
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Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Crucible HW p.20-36
"These people had no ritual for the washing away of sins. It is another trait we inherited from them, and it has helped to discipline us as well as to breed hypocrisy among us" (20).
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Monday, November 3, 2008
Crucible HW Macda's B-Day p.8-20
"But if you trafficked with spirits in the forest I must know it now, for surely my enemies will, and they will ruin me with it" -Rev Parris (10).
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Crucible Classwork
Rev. Parris- priest living in Salem, mean, no care for children
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Journal Entry from Blind Person
Dear Diary,
Today we got back our pictures from Picture Day. I heard everyone talking about how ugly they looked, while others comforted them saying they looked great. The footsteps of Ms. Gerard grew louder as she neared towards my desk to hand me my pictures. I got a hold of them and that was it. I did not know what to say. Did I look great or ugly? Was my hair combed nicely? Heck, what the hell did I even look like?
When my mom picked me up, she was so excited to hear that they gave the pictures out. She said, “O Honey, you look so beautiful.” I felt that I was supposed to feel warm inside, but my heart was cold. The word “beautiful” was void to me all my life. I heard so many times how “beautiful” the sunset was or how “beautiful” the stars twinkling at night were. What the hell is “beautiful”? This essence of “beauty” will never be a part of my life, rather, my sight.
I hate being blind, Diary. It stinks. Everyone has more opportunities than me. I can’t go play ball after school; I can’t go to the movies; I can’t see. In school, I hate all the questions, “what’s it like?” or “why does your paper have all those bumps?” And what gets me the most is when they don’t treat me like a normal person and try so hard to fit “my needs”. “Hey, I got that,” or “Let me explain to you.” I know they have good intentions, but it just becomes annoying every single time. Each time is a reminder of my abnormality. I’m not normal.
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Pregnant Girl Journal
Dear Journal,
As usual, another rough day.
I can’t wake up without being reminded of “the big mistake you made” or being “the embarrassment to the family. My brother and I used to be cool, but now he just glances at me with disgust. I think my family has become a family.
After getting by the diatribe from my parents, it was a workout to get ready for school. The baby won’t let me be as flexible as I used to. Both putting clothes on and taking a shower is one of the hardest parts of the day. No one helps me, for the people that should don’t want to.
When 7:10 came, I walked over to the bus stop. Of course, right when I reach the stop, the bus rolled past. “Fuck”. Luckily enough, a car drove by to splash water on me. “Fuck”.
Once I got to school, it was halfway through second period. I tried to find any papers that said “Pre-Calculus” in my locker and walked to math class. The teacher glared at me as I walked over to my seat. I could already sense the change in atmosphere once I sat down. The boys in the back were already crumpling up pieces of paper, while the click of girls on the side was already murmuring. The paper balls started flying, and the girls were giggling. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? They had no idea what I was going through. I ran out of the classroom bawling.
Of course, my mom didn’t want to pick me up, so I continued with the school day. At lunch, I finally got some peace and ate without annoyance. Once school was over, I took the bus back home. On my phone, I listened to six new voicemails from David saying that, “Bitch, that child ain’t mine.” Once I got home, I walked straight to my room to not hear the second round of self-examination. I was so tired from walking between classes and just emotionally drained.
I have no friends; I have no family; I have no social life; My reputation is destroyed. This baby has been on my mind, and David doesn’t want a part of it. This child will have a life just like me, but it’s just too hard to have a baby now. I’m too young for this, and I have no idea what the future holds. God help me—I mean us.
Sincerely,
Bonquiqui
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Pregnant Girl Perspective
-worried about future
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Sunday, October 26, 2008
Letter To Teacher (#5)
Dear My Beloved Mr. Kmack,
I know we have been through a lot, but these last three years have been a great experience. I heard a lot about you from Devin coming into the school, but all he said became an understatement after I finally got to meet you.
After my first weeks of school, I always used to laugh at your attempt-to-be-serious face, the way you scolded the rowdy kids, how you always tried to be funny, and your futile attempts at instilling fear in students. I could never take you seriously, yet I knew what you had to say must be true, for you were the Dean of Academics. I became fond of you for the things you did for the school. You coached the volleyball team and boy’s basketball team to the playoffs; you helped to rid the school of the students who induced a bad influence; you were known as one of the best history teachers ever. All you do for Trinity, Mr. Kmack, has not gone unnoticed.
Coming into sophomore year, I had the pleasure of having you as my history teacher. By the end of that year, you became the best teacher I have ever had. You successfully mixed fun with study, using your comical enthusiasm, lighthearted seriousness, and goal to better the knowledge of your students. I had such a fun time with that class that I would take it again with no regrets. You were a wonderful teacher.
As sophomore year continued on, the heat of the spring weather was inconceivable. We ran hard at practice and won meet after meet. I remember, Mr. Kmack, that you recognized my goal to qualify for states in the mile and 800 meters and pushed me hard whenever you could come to a practice. The rest of the team would run 3 miles, when I dragged myself behind you for 3 more. I may not have qualified, but my improvement was astonishing.
Mr. Kmack, you do so much. Thank you for the things you do for Trinity Catholic and the things you do for me. You are one person I can always look to for help or advice, and you are always first to make fun of. Don’t worry, I love you Kmack.
Sincerely,
Daryl Thomas
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Letter To Yourself From Yourself (10 years ago) (#4)
Deer Fewture Daryl,
How are you? I hope everything’s okay. I am doing fine, thanks you. I just finished eating my Eggos and watching PBS kids for the last 3 hours. Do you eat Eggos still? I like Eggos a lot. I like Arthur, too. D.W. is so kwezy. She always makes Arthur angry. I’m like D.W. to my brother. I get him angry a lot, and he hurts me. I always get a big boo boo on my arm, but Mummy cleans it up. I hope your strong, fewture Daryl, so Devin can get a boo boo sometimes. I think you should go find the Red Ranger and learn how to become a Power Ranger. That would be so kewl.
So, fewture Daryl, do you have a big house yet? I want a big house. I could play with my cars everywhere. I hope you have a lot of money, too. Then I could buy all the computer games and action figures I want. This 3rd grader told me that an 8th grader punched a 7th grader in the face during recess. Isn’t that awesome? O man, that must have been kwezzy. I hope when you’re in 8th grade that you can beat someone up like that. O wait, you’re in high school. I think Devin’s almost there now. He’s like in 3rd grade.
Well, fewture Daryl, I hope you’re cool. I hope you have a lot of friends and have a lot of money. I know you’re only in high school, but—Did you know Rugrats is coming on? Talk to you later, Daryl.
From,
Little Daryl
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Letter To Yourself From Yourself (10 Years in the Future) (#3)
Dear Daryl,
I remember when you used to say, “the stuff you do now controls the outcome of your life in the future”. I can tell you now that you are totally right. The future holds a lot for you, Daryl. Remember how Mom and Dad and your teachers always said you had “something going for you”, or “your future looks bright”. Remember when Jonathan used to say he would pay you if you would find the cure to AIDS so that he could keep “gettin’ it in”. You were so curious about the future, and now here I am, the future you. I do not want to tell what is going to happen, but I will forewarn you and lead you onto the right paths.
Hopefully, you still have that ambition to get good grades. I’ll tell ya, you will need them. Your grades will bring you very far. They will help you get that dream job and that perpetual cash flow. There may be times when the work will be hard, but know that the benefits are plenty in the future.
Stay close to your family and friends. They will be your support throughout life. Remember to always put them ahead of yourself. Just think of all the things they do for you now and think of all the things they will do for you in the future, and I know they will do a lot.
I bet you were expecting a lot of facts from the future, but that’s just unfair, and I know you know that. If you keep up your grades and relationships, the future you have always wanted will become a reality.
With love,
Daryl
P.S. Riddhi’s a keepa.
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Thursday, October 23, 2008
Letter to my Future Wife (#2)
Dearest Wife,
Where are you? Who are you? My heart desires your affection. I have been sick all my life, and you are my only cure. My soul feels no fire, no passion, no purpose. I need you to feel complete.
I have been thinking about you everyday of my life. I always wonder if my eyes have seen you yet. Maybe there has been a glance; maybe I see you all the time. I feel blind without you in sight.
I have been thinking about you everyday of my life. I always wonder if my ears have heard you yet. Maybe there have been a couple of words overheard; maybe I hear you all the time. I feel deaf without your voice near.
I have been thinking about you everyday of my life. I always wonder if my mouth has spoke to you. Maybe there have been words exchanged; maybe I speak to you all the time. I feel mute without you to talk to.
I have been thinking about you everyday of my life. I always wonder if my nose has smelled you. Maybe a whiff of your scent; maybe I smell you all the time. I feel my nostrils stuffed without you to smell.
I have been thinking about you everyday of my life. I always wonder if my skin has touched your skin. Maybe a slight brush as our arms bump into each other; maybe I feel you all the time. I feel untouchable without your essence close.
Honey, you fulfill me. You bring me into a state of awe and wonder. I can imagine that you look like the fall foliage, speak like the smooth, beating waves of the ocean, listen like one to their conscience, smell like a fresh batch of roses, and feel like the soft skin of a baby. Baby, you are perfect, and I cannot wait to meet you. Be safe, my love.
Your love,
Daryl
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Letter from the Devil to God (#1)
Dear Enemy,
I have been doing wonderful. Have you seen what’s been going on in your Earthly kingdom? The destruction in war, greed for power and money, your children starving and dying, a culture full of sex, pride, and prejudice. Seems to me that my side is winning. I’m not saying we are at war or anything; we’re just better.
Hey, it’s okay to be a loser. You may have good intentions, your Highness, but good can’t mess with evil. Just because I may be a cheating scoundrel, does not mean I don’t influence the hearts of others. I make the people hate, steal, kill, jealous, etc. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings—well, not really. That’s the point. I want to hurt you by hurting the people you care for.
Earlier today, I was laughing looking at the people go to Church for Mass. I find it funny that all these people are going to Church for me, not you. I have driven them into insanity with the conflict between good and evil in their conscience that they have to go to Church to feel better. Nice try, Lord.
So this is farewell, O Holy One. I hope we get to see each other soon, maybe at the Apocalypse. Love ya, bitch.
Sincerely,
D. E. Vil
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Monday, October 20, 2008
Forgiveness Letter
Dear Daryl,
Words definitely speak louder than actions. The statements uttered out of your mouth that day have left a lasting mark on my heart.
Daryl, I always told you to listen to me, but you did not. After every single time I was right, you persisted to not listen. Do you remember when I said to set a schedule for yourself? Do you remember when I said to ask those around you first before deciding anything? Do you remember that I love you?
It does not matter, because you only remember how sad you were when you did the opposite of what I said. All I want to know is, “Why?” You know I love you, Daryl. I only wanted the best for you, yet you took the affection and care I had for you and threw it into the garbage. A relationship has to retain love from both parts, but when one says, “I hate you,” a relationship becomes split.
Right after I heard you say that, I never thought our friendship would come back again. I began to hate you for saying that you hated me. I held our bond as a huge priority in my life, but when the person I care about does not care as much, why waste my time?
That week became so miserable. I felt so lonely after we did not talk to each other. I realized how important you were to me, and that I have been hard on you. I could not live without you, so I want to forgive you, Daryl. I am sorry for whatever made you want to say that you hated me. It is okay, but just remember that I love you.
Your brother always and forever,
Devin
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