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The colonel comes around once a year, and when he does oh boy... Me and the colonel have had some fun times together. Last year when he came, I couldn't believe the amount of scratches and carpet burns I had after he left.
It's really embarrassing when I pronounce this wrong... I do it all the time too. It's not like I don't know how to pronounce it, my brain is just a scumbag and it likes to say things as it see them instead of how it knows to say them.
I once heard, that we were once beings with two halves and the gods jealous of our lives split people in two. And now we search all our lives for our other half, eternally feeling the hole where they used to be.
Thoughts are incomplete. Perceptions are incomplete. The world view we hold is incomplete. In our narrow view we only perceive the parts of the world we are accustomed to seeing, missing the vast majority of the universe sitting in front of our eyes.
My friend is from Manhattan. That city that cultivates dreams and holds them captive within its streets and buildings. Growing on the hopes of its populous.
At night, I look up at the skies and watch the lights dance above my head. They in an eternal cycel of life, ever changing and never the same as before. The background sky to the show was filled to the brim with specks of light, coming through the black fabric of the universe.
Everybody always says "headphones on, world off" but I'm finding that recently even headphones can't block everything out
If you look a the apartment you'll see cups and plates strewn across
the counters and tables, leftover wrappers tucked bewteen the cushions
of the couch. The curtains on the window now only percariously
attached on one side, letting sunlight stream in. The whole place was
in a stated of disaray and yet, a simple black backpack sits by the
front door, perfectly perched there.Not covered in dust and lint,
waiting patiently like the TV blaring white noise for the person whom
they belonged to return.
The internal structure of everyone. No one would like anybody if people could see your bones. If everyone saw what was really inside the world would be completely different.
Through her clothes you could see them, protruding out sickeningly. When she walked you wondered hoe the wind didn't blow her over. No matter what she wore, how baggy it was, you could see them, pronouncing to everyone around her that she needs help. Is anyone actually listening?
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