I am not the greatest artist. I can hardly draw at all. I get that it's probably impossible to draw a perfect circle but you get close enough.
Close enough for other people to recognize it as such and I guess that's all that matters. Mine always en(more)d up as ovals or don't connect right at the end.
I end up cheating and using a CD. People can always tell when I do though. They say, "that's TOO perfect". Whatever balance between perfect and imperfect is needed to draw a good circle, you have it.
But my circles are fingerprints. People look into my circles and they see the face of God. My circles are ovals and circles and eyes and mouths and faces and almonds and unicycles. My circles are everything. (less)
Your shins are splitting in two. A fiery spear shoots up your legs from the balls of your feet. Each step you shatter that rod of wood sending shards through your knees. You slam it down and it resets. You slam it down and the spear shoots up further.(more) It reaches your chest. Each breath now goes through not just your mouth but from the puncture wounds in your lungs as well, leaving sharp pain. The air exits the holes as well, not providing adequate time to do your body any good at all. Breathing becomes a painful ritual. A blood sacrifice for a set of angry gods you must serve. Not a prison. A dirty and debris-infested snowball falling apart. Meting as it rolls along the asphalt. Picking up more of something else while still leaving behind less of it self. You end as a dirty puddle, collapsed on the road. (less)
Matt did not want to play but we made him. The game we like to play could always use one more person. Usually people do not have to be invited. Everyone plays mostly because there is little else to do. Matt has never played before, though. He always just(more) sits in the corner doing God knows what. We asked God and now we know too.
That's why he needs to play with us. He's complaining now and that makes us feel bad but he'll warm-up to it soon. He'll get better and then he'll always want to play with us. And then nobody will be left to sit in the corner doing God knows what.
But we don't like the way Matt plays. He cheats. When we called him out on the rules he was breaking he said he knew. We told him that was not okay. He thinks the game would be more fun if it did not have the rules we gave it. We told him a game has to have rules. He said a game has to have participants. He said pretty soon other people will not want to play the game. He said the rules make the game no fun.
We asked him what his problem was. He told us he did not want to play. We said he had to. He said that was cheating. (less)