Araman's Net User Note: This blog entry is being written under the false impression that as soon as it's finished, i'll donate my heart and lungs for the Organ Donor Transplant program.

On a weekly basis, I venture around the city looking through Waste Bins and Rubbish piles for anything of value. Usually, the things I find are of little interest – rotten goods, sour milk, old newspapers, cardboard boxes, dirt and lots of dust. The reason I do it, is because of that little element of hope. That small quivering chance that I might find something of use - like a pair of pink handlebars, fitting for a little girl’s bicycle, or an unopened bag of chips, still crisp and salted. Unfortunately, the only thing of value I found was a pair of old dentures, covered tightly in Cockroaches in much the same way you would find moths to a light bulb.

While growing up…my parents, who had the same level of financial backing as a stray cat - unable to afford braces for their youngest son – I found that now was as good-a-time as any to rectify the slant that my teeth attained. After swiping away the cockroaches and then wiping the dentures delicately on my Hessian shirt – I placed them in my mouth and moved on.
I awoke the next morning to discover that my teeth were now all facing inwards like that of a shark’s, and it occurred to me that the dentures were much too small, and only causing me further deformation.

Composed by Joel  at 8:18 pm