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the nostalgia of a peanutEveryday I ride the bus home from work. No, not one of those big yellow busses and certainly not one of the short yellow busses either. Just one of your everyday, normal Metro transportation busses. Now this bus has, as most do, advertisements posted on the walls, where on charter busses one would have storage spaces. Well, today when I got on the bus, walked to my usual spot and sat down, I noticed a rather large amount of white off to my right. This disturbed me. I then noticed that it was not just a lot of white, the entire advertisement row was white.
Apparently, someone came up with the insane idea of advertising peanuts. No, not JIF or Skippy. Not even a relatively unknown peanut butter brand. No, the company running the ads was apparently titled something to the effect of The Society for the Promotion of Peanuts. They had come up with clever phrases like "Energy for climbing. Mountain or Corporate," and "Pot roast is comfort food. Let's see you fit that in your pocket." But what
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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