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Subway Car #1823
 
Text Box: young man only nineteen will spend the better part of his life in jail while incarcerated he will be touched by God’s love, and go on to be a world renowned preacher. He will lead the funeral mass of the pregnant young lady who in fifty years will die in her sleep forever happy she made the right choice to give birth to the first black president, President David Palmer. Life is a strange beautiful experience and allowed to fly free is a wonder to watch. Just when you think nothing makes sense, and the Puppet Master is pulling the wrong strings; he reveals to us the seemingly insanity behind the senselessness of everyday life. In the chaos, everything is connected even when the pieces don’t fit, and it’s only when we force the moment thus not allowing life the freedom to embrace us that we suffer such unnecessary pain and sadness. There she goes flying freely with the wind beneath her spirit. Her journey is infinite, potential knows no bounds. There’s your life- hold on to her wings. Dean Jean-Pierre 11-5-05 8:02 pm
Text Box: All heads were bowed as if they were praying to God Jehovah. They were either all fast asleep or lost in thought as the train hurtled from above ground and descended into the bowels of the city. The lights momentarily flickered as if they too were in consultation with God. Reaching through the darkness, a voice spoke to the bowed heads, and it was the conductor relaying the message of a train delay. All heads quickly bowed again, and every thought they were having went in search of fertile ground or at least a journey to find peace of mind before dealing with the onslaught of everyday work life in New York. A few of the thoughts were tired from being overused daily and suffered from exhaustion. As much as they tried to hide inside an unused corner of their owner's mind, they were always found and made to indulge in the same thoughts everyday. At any given time, twenty to thirty people in a subway car of about fifty will be daydreaming about winning the lottery, and how it will enhance their lives. The other twenty people are having variation of sexual fantasies they will never live out in this life, and will be relegated to voyeurism to get their rocks off. There will be one person is earnest thought of how he will change the world, and he’s still living inside his Text Box: mother’s womb at this moment. The lesser-used thoughts were vaguer and required more energy to come to life thus used less frequently. Any thought that requires more than the cursory five second indulgence never sees the light of day, and die a quick death like sitcoms without laugh tracks demanding us to utilize brain power. A young lady pregnant with her first child was going against the wishes of her family and boyfriend to abort her baby was experiencing some stomach kicks by her unborn. Everything they said made sense to her, but she had a premonition when she felt her boyfriend’s sperm droplets swimming through her uterus like missiles in search of her eggs to kiss them with life. Someone or something reached into her at that precise moment as life was being conceived and told her baby would do great things. That same feeling she had on that night of conception was again coming to life when the lights flickered again. A young man sat across from her engrossed in a book, and a bemused smile would flicker on his face every few seconds. He looked around as searching for someone but not sure who he was looking for and then his eyes came to rest on her. He spoke to her without moving his lips and she could hear his voice inside her head and stomach. He was inside her and it felt natural. Everything will be Text Box: okay if you believe in yourself and the life inside of you. She wondered if anyone else could hear his voice, but they had all gone back to praying. He was beautiful she thought. A son any mother would be proud of, and then the lights flickered in thought and decided to come back on. The young man went back to reading and it seemed like a dream, but she knew it happened. She placed her hands on her stomach and there was one last affectionate kick before her baby went back to sleep. In one way or another all the lives in car #1823 would cross paths through the rest of day, and a few for the rest of their lives. Fifteen people will play the subway car’s number #1823 and win the lottery, and in three years they will all be bankrupt. Overcome with greed instead of charity they will continue to play instead of lending a helping hand. This evening the conductor will help the young lady give birth in this same subway car. A young man lost and confused will fatally stab the elderly lady sitting next to him in an apparent misunderstanding when the train pulls into the next station, but for now she’s happy that finally she’s reunited with daughter who’s waiting for her at the next stop. In five minutes she will be dead and not know why. That same