Possible Quaker, beginning narrative in a church, with a priest. The priest is a man of god, a good man himself, but knows much, including that god is not good. (though he believes in a god) it is his own good (the man's) that makes his actions good. The lies he spreads about the good of god for instance, are his own doing for the well being of the people.

The author is a pure consequentialist, so that he percieves the reader's interpretation as important to the story. Therefore, he will sacrifice his own pride in describing his own past ignorance, his own limits, no reason to pity himself, only direction and goal.

Edit,

Given that they are consistent, there exist no wrong philosophies. Only Good systems of though, and reductio ad absurdum proofs for the others.

Hot Dog

"The world is your oyster", So used to say Helen with her drooling teeth, shackled in her mouth, I'm sure they would escape that terrible place if they had the chance. What? With all that wisdom she would vomit out, I'm sure they were always living in fear of corrosion. She was my mother apparently, though I never witnessed my birth, so I took her word on the whole affair.

I couldn't shake it, the whole world was saturated with people, and they pursued not just pleasure, but each one the expression of it. Each one, as with a scratch, a swift walk, a quick read on the bus. They lactated pleasure, each one, and I was wandering through this harem, a whorehouse of human enjoyment on the street side. A fat man ate his hot dog. There was nothing ceremonious here. His chest was heaving, he sweat, and he looked elsewhere as he passively engulfed the thing. I wondered if it would make a difference if it were alive, what if it was a baby? One yelling and screaming, no, it wouldn't make a difference, he wasn't paying attention anyway. He shoved it in his mouth, masticating, getting it done, until completion and then exhaustion. No more hot dog. +1

Pulse

Ever had your heart beat so fast it shook your eyesight? Look again friend, your heart beats the same. It only beats harder in your head.

Defense

A snail comes out of it's shell moments after it was harassed. Why? Because it must. A mind recluses in defense. Does it have a 'why' to push it out of its shell?

Gift

Hey so, I don't have much to give, so how about a kiss? I keep my mind to myself anyway, so do what you will with my body.

Bill Murray

Leftovers

Just Great. If you want to throw me in the fridge then go ahead. But I'm a god damned human, not some leftovers. So I'll do whatever the hell I want with the inside of this fridge here, and I won't be opening the door just because you're hungry.

Dream (Low blood sugar)

Scene 1.
In a long line up at a market, someone's with me, my sister or mother, don't know. Having a conversation with the cashere, there are many people behind me and there are more and more. My condition is getting worse, I gotta get to the hotel. periodically my mind begins to spin. It begins to stretch, sideways, as if forcing my visiong sideways with a pressure inside my head. Then it all reverts back to normal. Finally we get out of here. Were running back, I can't keep my balance, or speak really. I'm in a foreign place, and some people are asking me if they can help, but I know better, they'll want money, or something, so I just keep running. I find my sister and ask her for help, she helps to stabalize me. We pass through a darker room with blue colours. I realize I might be dying, so I stop when there to dance for a few seconds. I realize that a good handwave is good, because it is done slowly, so fluidly. And then we fall into the hotel.

Scene 2.
at the top of an elevator shaft, futuristic, brightly lit, there are two rooms connected by a hallway. One room leads to space, where I will find my spacesuit, and a vaccuum and will go off on my mission. The mission is not possible, and I fail everytime I go, and I'm upset at this, as I've tried this level many times. This is a game I'm playing.
The second room is well lit, but not exciting in the slightest. It's not decorated, concrete, like a backroom, or observation room. There are wrappers on the ground, basic colours, yellow, red, glass. And there is a computer terminal. If I want to, I can go to the computer terminal and it will give me candy, but then the room will self-destruct. "I've figured it out!" I yell, I've understood how to beat the game. I ask it to self-destruct. I wake up.

Notes 3

I feed my dog daily, thus he is a good dog.
Nonsense, he is a fat dog.

A counter to the 'virtue' in free love.

Flicking nukes like cigarette butts.

She did did she? She chose a more difficult path? Did she really choose to, or did her moral fiber force her to reply nicely to you my friend?

A lottery ticket that apologizes. A receipt that legitimates a purchase, and chases away police. Fruits and vegetables that require interpretation.