but one morning I found this story on my desktop and I have NO IDEA how it got there.
In it's full glory;

The spirals of the soul imprisons oneself to the point of self destruction. the green heart is worse than any disease. the tramuatizations caused by this disease compares to the feces of charles manson, whom betrayed many but none out of vengece less than personal gain. This is that tale of a man that sought to believe that, but it ends you up in a coma of greif and misery. He worked at the local burger king. People liked him, in the way you respect anyone who could mix the onion rings with fries. He enjoyed his work, but always thought that he had some potential. When the world is perfect, people are forced to accept their life as it is. It is a beautiful thing to see a five year heroin junkie walking the beautiful flower fields, smelling the flowery fresh air. The roses and dandelions never suabble for water or air. They grow up to be beautiful flowers. The complex of growing up applies for all life and beings. Everyone is so self-aware.This the world that that our subject lives in. There are no laws; but no one is killed (ever). Looking back at the person, I think that the best way to expose his true life and common occurances, is through his daily schedule, as the quirks in the world, although most commonly in human nature.
Our hero rides his bicycle unit through the world, looking through the handlebars seeing the world however it looks to him. Some days he looks in a practical way, how unnatural it is for no conflict. Choices mean weakness, say the roadside signs. They have been there since the government eliminated choice. A blue sky hangs over the atmosphere. Humans always ask, who has the ultimate choice and refrence of things? No creeds or religions were practiced. The only person that has choice is unknown. It is just someone, they don't know who it was, of average wealth and social status, sitting behind a desk. Actually, I think that I will let you, the reader, onto a little secret. The one with choice is actually our main character. You may think that it would make him a rich, talented man. He is not. He just has a gift, and people acknoledge that. He works at a local burger king, if I havent said before. perhaps the only person that doesn't realize this wonderful power of his, is himself. He just thinks that his path is just like other peoples. The truth is that other peoples lives were boring and socialized in every way as it is preset. He didn't think so, the only reason for that is that we all secretly envy eathother's lifestyle. They think that it is so great, just because they don't own it.
When he gets home from work, he sits on the chair, sometimes for hours, and thinks about the way that life should be, and why he is failing to conform. He feels like an outcast, for which he is, but not in a way that should be respected, but is not. Scientists and artists have been notoriously strange and libral for years, but they are accepted, for those who know what the people want, they have another wonderful world of choice and joy. The general public are grouped together as one, like the coach section of a bus or airplane. Never being at the top of the class is healthy among individuals is considered normal. When sitting on that big, blue, chair he feels emotion, like nobody else The emotion is a large burden and seems heavy and unbearable at times. It's nature's way of saying that the hope for our humanity can outweigh the socialized lifestyle that some of us truly embrace. The true reason that our subject is different from all the others is that he knows what life really is. The perfect world that all of the people were living in... It was truly people strapped into wheelchairs getting pumped full of chemicals. We were all victims of a government game, there is a whole world out there that we do not know about, or we ever will.