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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

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Sleep Well
By Electric President
burning bridges. (junkyard chandelier)
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tales of the watcher.
[lunch]

they stand, food mongering beasts with raucous voices. the food is shoved nonchalantly into crevices, forgotten. they wander. they see me and flee. a new group is here to take their place. i see a person sitting among these others. he is like me.
backpacks, coats, and the ever-present scent of overcooked food. they wear their music on their clothes. more walking, talking, annoying voices. friends wait for friends, everyone seems to have a place, even the loners end up finding themselves accompanied eventually. quick walk, you're in a hurry. cliques of large purses and heavy makeup travel together, a horde of invincible. the loud ones think themselves a fortress. the little ones are unsure--just where do they belong? a cell phone is out, the owner walking like he's so tall and mighty, above rules. regulations phases few. one boy, three girls at his side, isn't he cool?
no one gets out of the way for the janitor. that's typical. hi-fives are exchanged between friends. someone is looking at me, and i stare right back. pumas and hollisters swim briskly past, exchanging furtive glances and whispering. people have openly stopped and stared. ripped skinny jeans, i must admit, are prominent in this facade of fashion. a bright neon tee--he wants the world to notice him, accept him. i hope they will. gelled hair, what's it for? curly hair, highlights? a girl is reading nancy drew. i guess i'm not the only one. the snack bar is closing. a lot of muddy shoes and wrinkled shirts. everyone looks happy, or at the very least content. when one is lonely, they tend to see only the good parts of people's lives. it is the opposite when you are surrounded by love.
i wish the vending machine crowd would not talk about me so. i can hear you, by the way. groups stop in the middle of an intersection to talk. so convienient! i fear and know i am being conversed about, and in a detestable manner. it's not surprising. security guards seems scarce. that's not shocking, either.
people can eat and talk and walk simultaneously. it's not a pretty picture, but it's an option. my cornered area has become quite bare and blank. i think they are afraid of me.
i see some people i can recognize, a few without shoes -- they've all left me be. perhaps they're frightened, too. lunch is ending, the people pass quicker than before. i see him. he ignores me, but i think i saw a passing glance. someone tries to speak to me. my throat is a dry well, unslaked and unable to make sounds. my mind is just as withered an unable to form words to scream.

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