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Charles Sims
Cowarts , Alabama - United States
Acrylics - Other/Misc.

Going down the road, looking like a fat toad, toting a heavy load of moon pies that finally settled in my stomach, just above my thighs. Ah, for the days of my youth, when I had no tail, now I am afraid of the scale. Then I carried rocks in my pocket to keep the wind from making me sail, now my wind could fill a sail.

Exercise is hard, that is why I am a tub of lard. Tomorrow is another day, tonight I will have another chip by Lay. My willpower is shot, all I do is eat a lot. Take heart, if it will last, when I reach eighty, I will have a blast. My taste buds will be gone, and I will journey back to the bone. Back to the rocks in my pocket, maybe one in my locket. But my knees, my knees, my knees, will say please, please, please, you ruined us by carrying all that food, now we are really in a bad mood. So I will stay out of the wind, so my knees won't have to bend.

Oh well, here we go again, what the hell, one more pie for old times sake, maybe even a piece of chocolate cake....
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Angels & Demons
is month of October, we are having a competition on Halloween. October is the month that we celebrate the day of the dead. Witches, ghosts, goblins, monsters, demons and lost souls will be copied by children of all ages across the world. We all know that these things exist, "for we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places" To help us in our struggles, angels exist also. This is not my entry for the competition, but just a reflection of my life.

I was still living at home after high school. We lived in a small 3 bedroom house, and I had the front bedroom. While attending Jr. College during the day, I worked 2nd shift at AAA Cooper Transportation. After work, I should have been studying, but drinking and carousing had the upper hand. Meeting up with my friends for partying and drinking after work led to a hard life. Many mornings I would awake with a terrific headache and not remember how I got home.

Mom went to work before I got up and dad drove a truck at night. So when I awoke, the house was deserted. Several mornings in a row, I would hear voices off in the distance. they were mumbled so that I could never understand what was being said. Each morning they would get closer. Still I could not understand the words. It was almost like a chant. Then one day, I awoke to them circling my bed. It was broad daylight and I could not see them with my eyes, but I felt them, going around and around my bed, and I still could not understand the words. My body was stiff as a board and would not respond to the "run like hell is after you" command from my panicked brain. No sound coming from my screaming mouth. All of a sudden, there was the meaning of the words coming from the invisible demons. "Get Him!!!" All of a sudden several demons jumped onto my stomach. "No", I screamed and pulled myself into a fetal position. Just as quickly as they came, they left. I know that I had help to get rid of them, because my strength was not sufficient to do the job. Later my parents told me that the previous homeowner had died in that room.

A few years later, I graduated from college, and could not find a job. I wound up driving a truck for Sunnyland Packing Co. My run was to Mobile, Alabama. At night I would drink to drunkenness and wonder why I felt so bad. I was an all around unsavoury character. One morning on my way home on the interstate, I picked up a hitchhiker. That was common for me as I always had a soft spot for the underdog. After some idle chit-chat, things were quiet for a while. As the exit 1 mile sign came up, he said, "I will get off here." When I stopped, he opened the door, looked at me and said, "God has some wonderful things planned for your life, Charles Sims." As I drove off, I looked into the rear view mirror and saw him vanish into thin air. At that moment, I realised that I had never told him my name and it was not written down anywhere in the cab of the truck. Since then, I have failed many times, but I continue to try to live a good life. God is good.

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