Story Extravaganza: Part 4

These are starting to get long. Today's story comes from Marlon's Blog, and tomorrow it will be returning there. Which means, tomorrow I'll get to add the conclusion to my story.

I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."Ever sit home and wonder to yourself--" I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. "if you had a gun to your head," I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."what are the limits of what you would do and what you wouldn't?" I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."Well I hope this was on your list of hypothetical scenarios" EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN IS A BLUR . I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."Because we don't have a lot of time." I don't know what this person thinks; I'm nobody, I've never helped anyone with anything, I have no skills, I'm just a potato man.

How far am I willing to go? Will pulling the trigger help anyone, or will I remain just a potato man? Questions, I find myself asking myself so many questions and finding so little answers. Sometimes I don't even know who I am anymore. I hold this guns, as I have many times before. This time, this time will be different, this time I will know what the limit of what I would do. Death is just another beginning, but I just can't find the time to start. What are the limits of what I would do? I guess this is just beyond that limit. Why do I want to hold on to my life? Maybe I'm not meant for death, maybe today I can finally help someone, maybe today I will no longer be just a potato man.

I looked up from the diary, pondering the words that sat before me. These guys are fucked up. Seriously. I looked out across the landscape of Venus. It was a beautiful place, since the Dluzak corporation has teraformed it. The purple sky, was a decent shade, and the sky was clear. Sadly I still had to wear a breather. Two Champion class fighters flew over my head as I flicked my cigarette pack into the distance. The diary was found deep inside the relics of the third planet in the solar system. Those scientists, there crazy, they feel at one point the third planet may have not only been blue, but inhabited. The natural radiation levels, were now much to high to support life, but they are speculating now that thousands of years ago, there were people on that planet. That some kind of great cataclysms killed them all off. I focused back on the Diary and read on.

I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. There's a moment when you snap; when you realize that every moment is the same.  I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. What would you do to escape? What are the limits of what you would do and what you wouldn't?  I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. Maybe today I can finally help someone-- I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave-- to live and be more than a potato man.  I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. "if you had a gun to your head," I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN IS A BLUR. I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. BANG. I wake up.