he stood at the crossroads. the path on the right was straight and wide. the sun was shinning all the time. the path was lined with identical cardboard flowers and plastic trees that never showed signs of decay. many people were on this path, each wearing a plastic smile, each talking about inane topics. the path on the left was narrow and winding, going over undulating hills and into deep valleys. they sky wasn't always sunny. lightning streaked across the sky, and the people watched in awe. there was a wide variety of flora and fauna, each fighting for survival. few people were on this path, some walking fast, some slower. although each looked tired, they seemed genuinely happy. along the way some traveled in pairs or small groups. but eventually there was always someone to walk with. he took another look at the 2 branches. gritting his teeth he strode deliberately down the left road.
bert cussed at 2:18 PM.