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man...

i've been commutin for some time now. its not so bad, you learn to
love it. okay maybe love is too strong of a word. you learn how to
make it bareable and deal with it. tho there is times where i dispise
the hell outta it. like when im sick, the commute seems like hell, or
like today.

today i just couldnt' do the commute but i did. why was it such a
pain? because i ate something real bad and left my stomach in a horrid
mess. the pain and agony of your stomach on fire as your butt hole
tightens to make sure that every ounce of gas doesn't leak any liquid
matter.

as you pass every exit with a gas station, you debate if that was your
last chance to exit before you end up with a toxic waste spill just
like the Exxon Valdez of '87. do i risk it all or end up late but
relived of all the presure of the world? i neglect my own personal
well being and the fate of others who's lives i've taken in my own
hands should i fail. i risk it all cause as they say "risk nothing
gain nothing, risk and you no longer risk anything"

the gamble pays off and i make it to work. with out any hesitation i
move towards the extract point. presure is released as fire comes out
from the black hole. the pain, the unbareable pain. it soon subsides
and i feel like a new man. tho i am left with the burning sensation
from last nites pizza topped off with red peppers and a brewski. all i
know is that i am a live and made the commute to live another day. tho
i feel sorry for the next person that enters the gas chamber that i
have made, but can't wait to see their teary eyes when they return
from the abyss.