Everybody died
in a valiant,
if futile,
attempt.
I had an argument with a friend. My last words were precise.
-stanley
"I'm right!" I said. "Life's meaningless and there is no God."
To prove it, I got out the gun, put it to my head and pulled the trigger. My mind exploded.
Something still bothers me, though... Just can't help wondering about it...
If I was right, how can I be writing this?-stanley
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Staggering out, a broken husk
an empty shell of a man
With fleas for a brain and
a stone for a heart,
he wishes that he can
get at least one good night
one good day, maybe
some minutes of happiness,right?
Bidding her good night as
the bar closes,I walk home
alone like a raggedy cat
another evening without
affection or reflection, being
just the same looser as I
was the night before and
the night before that again..
an empty shell of a man
With fleas for a brain and
a stone for a heart,
he wishes that he can
get at least one good night
one good day, maybe
some minutes of happiness,right?
Bidding her good night as
the bar closes,I walk home
alone like a raggedy cat
another evening without
affection or reflection, being
just the same looser as I
was the night before and
the night before that again..
Sometimes words appear to be in the possessive case but there is no real ownership, such as:
- a month's pay ["month" is singular, so apostrophe before "s"]
- two days' washing ["days" is plural, so apostrophe after "s"]
- yesterday's appointments ["yeserday" is singular, so apostrophe before "s"]
- last year's bank statements ["year" is singular, so apostrophe before "s"]
- two years' receipts ["years" is plural, so apostrophe after "s"]
- girls' underwear ["girls" is plural, so apostrophe after "s"]
Although it looks like there is ownership, it is really called *False Possessive*, and yes an apostrophe IS required in these instances.
NOTE: You put the apostrophe *after* the *s* when the word is plural, as in examples above - Items 2, 5 + 6.
Just remember, not everyone knows how to do this *apostrophe* thing ... even I have to stop and think sometimes, to make sure I get it right. There's nothing wrong with looking it up online ... don't forget to come to the Humble Apostrophe if you're not sure where to put your apostrophe, punctuation or parts of speech! :-)
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The tenderness is the state of his heart,
Hatred for him is a foed function of hate,
Ever-caring and forever supportive, a Soul of dearness is this lovely mate.
Vehemented deeply is his care,
Innately built lovable creature is this dear,
Romantically oceaned is his love flare,
Galahad is his mind friary is his glare,
Obelisk are his ethics and Only nulls are his snare.
Mystery of a deep misted music is he,
A music more blissful that the bliss of Nacre.
Now and forever this way shall he be!
Hatred for him is a foed function of hate,
Ever-caring and forever supportive, a Soul of dearness is this lovely mate.
Vehemented deeply is his care,
Innately built lovable creature is this dear,
Romantically oceaned is his love flare,
Galahad is his mind friary is his glare,
Obelisk are his ethics and Only nulls are his snare.
Mystery of a deep misted music is he,
A music more blissful that the bliss of Nacre.
Now and forever this way shall he be!
