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[Axanderdeath]

I was walking down a street at 4 o’clock in the morning-stumbling is the right word really-and I saw a face that brought me back-back to a long fucking time ago. A Neanderthal was walking along with a rock in hand. I hid behind a car. I followed the fucking thing. How did he get here from six million years ago? Talk about a lose walk, a swagger, but I was sobered by it. That’s for damn sure. Better get back home.

I crept around the car. My friend, whom I have named Nick, do to a resemblance to an old school friend, named Nick (and that was needed to clarify) was now standing up tall snorting. He even pounded his chest a couple times. I was reminded of the “odyssey two thousand” I seem to remember at the being of that there being a scene with apes breaking smaller bones with bigger bones and screaming the whole time. Anyway it scared me a little, the pop culture reference center in my mind.

The car was a station wagon and had some big ass wheels so I crawled underneath. The Neanderthal was starting to walk into a park area with a few trees. I ran off down the street.

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At home I was not really certain what I should do. The cops would think I was on drugs. I was on drugs, but not the kind that would make me hallucinate like this. What was this anyway? There was no fucking goddman way to rationalize it-it was something I had seen in Mr. Kanaloco’s history class. A movie called the Origin of man. It had been made in the 60’s or something. It was a really bad quality movie, all kinds of audio skipped and shit-like the show the “wonder years” ah TV, yes-good times. I decided to sleep on it.

The next morning the world had changed. It always did. Every fucking morning the world changed. I would wake up in different countries and in different social circles. A whole god damn different century, and some times god would fuck it up a bit, like the Neanderthal. But the change was constant and something to look forward to, to count on. It looked like I had woken up in the Wild West. I had a gun and every thing! And damn. And then I wake up again. In the real world. Where the on contains is the humdrum North American polite social shit, and the dead days of everyone waiting for there dreams to come true. Those that have reached their goals sad and asking themselves what next and of course if they asked me I would say time travel.