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An uncontrolled chaos of voices which spouted from hundreds of people, who were rushing to find their correct terminals, mixed together in a random concoction that flowed energetically through the halls of the JFK airport. There was no peace for anyone in this airport, the closest thing to peace for these people would come later when they would forcefully compress themselves into a tiny airplane just to get hurled thousands of feet through the air. There were various scents stirring through ...

Life is like a box of chocolate. Most the time the peices taste like ass and when you finally get one worth a flip, It wasn't worth the shit you went through to find it.

Why do we fight so hard to survive when we all know that Death is present in even the shallowest of scrapes?

One sharp jagged line of inching death Each stab lets out a grim beat Closer the tips enclose the closer life and death meet Everything is blocked by flooding sorrow The fight for life promises demise In one hand lies a knife and the other is empty but full The knife only promises more tears But an escape from fears Unknown and sure the wrong hand is lifted as a poor man's choice Two parralled lineslay apart And forever they will, never to touch One destined to stay above, while the other below

April 23, 1968, may have seemed like another beautiful Tennessee morning but that was proven false when a bullet exploded from the chamber of James Earl Ray’s rifle. In the sights of the assassin‘s rifle was a still young and inspiring man by the name of Martin Luther King Junior. From that day, forward James Earl Ray went from a regular man to becoming one of the most famous thieves. That day he stole the life of Martin Luther King Junior not only from Mr. King himself but from an entire na...