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Bluelighter
Genuine.
I've searched through the depths and stench
Of this city.
For two years.
These were my teachers:
Age: 8
Sex: Male
Ambition: Police Officer
Motivation: "So I can save Mom when she gets in trouble again."
Age: 7
Sex: Female
Ambition: None
Environment: 5 male adults one of who resided in a mental ward for two years. 1 female adult(?) called Mom. 3 bedroom house. One 8 year old male child. Herself.
Mental state: What do you think?
Age: 14
Sex: Female
Ambition: Cocktail waitress
Motivation: Boys.
Problem: Male Abandonment Issues.
Damage Assesment: None
There is no measurement tool for invisible scars in this town.
I've aged a decade through them comforting me weeping their pain.
Even love was no longer a healing ointment over their shattered souls.
I tried.
I've searched through the depths and stench
Of this city
For two years.
The escape door drew closer shut every day.
Cultures within cultures within cultures
Of superficiality.
"Scratch my back
And I'll sell you a
Really amazing Scratch-stick for you and yours ."
Dammit.
I've worked so hard to break through those walls.
And there's nothing there?????!!!!!!!
Yesterday, I went to pick up some packing-boxes.
I saw a black couple
Walking in the park closeby
And had an urge to get out of the car and scream:
"I LOVE YOU. Thank you."
Now I won't be alone at the coloured section
of Dennys anymore.
I volunteered for American Cancer Society
Sales calls were the height of my excietment.
I called back every collection agency that left a message here reciting:
"Welcome to Mind-Fuck".
The male man is fucking ugly though...
Just my luck.
I finally started packing.
Today :
A boy sitting on my couch
Adds a little extra something
In a little something
For a special someone
Who will never know that the extra was added.
Apparently this special someone had had a LONG day yesterday helping yet another someone.
He simply couldn't say No.
At somepoint he'll realize he hasn't run out yet
He won't be able to figure out why.
But he'll smile and be happy none-the less.
Today, I watched good Karma
Created, processed, put through the systems
And on it's way.
Creator and Reciever have swaped roles before.
That's the ONLY way it ever worked anyway.
Hopefully it is one of the few things I will keep from here.
After two years of searching
Through the depth
And Stench
of this city,
I have found solace in aliens finding
No solace here.
They too will leave eventually escaping death.
What goes around DOES comes around.
Generosity
saves
souls.
[This message has been edited by writnpage (edited 05 August 2000).]
I've searched through the depths and stench
Of this city.
For two years.
These were my teachers:
Age: 8
Sex: Male
Ambition: Police Officer
Motivation: "So I can save Mom when she gets in trouble again."
Age: 7
Sex: Female
Ambition: None
Environment: 5 male adults one of who resided in a mental ward for two years. 1 female adult(?) called Mom. 3 bedroom house. One 8 year old male child. Herself.
Mental state: What do you think?
Age: 14
Sex: Female
Ambition: Cocktail waitress
Motivation: Boys.
Problem: Male Abandonment Issues.
Damage Assesment: None
There is no measurement tool for invisible scars in this town.
I've aged a decade through them comforting me weeping their pain.
Even love was no longer a healing ointment over their shattered souls.
I tried.
I've searched through the depths and stench
Of this city
For two years.
The escape door drew closer shut every day.
Cultures within cultures within cultures
Of superficiality.
"Scratch my back
And I'll sell you a
Really amazing Scratch-stick for you and yours ."
Dammit.
I've worked so hard to break through those walls.
And there's nothing there?????!!!!!!!
Yesterday, I went to pick up some packing-boxes.
I saw a black couple
Walking in the park closeby
And had an urge to get out of the car and scream:
"I LOVE YOU. Thank you."
Now I won't be alone at the coloured section
of Dennys anymore.
I volunteered for American Cancer Society
Sales calls were the height of my excietment.
I called back every collection agency that left a message here reciting:
"Welcome to Mind-Fuck".
The male man is fucking ugly though...
Just my luck.
I finally started packing.
Today :
A boy sitting on my couch
Adds a little extra something
In a little something
For a special someone
Who will never know that the extra was added.
Apparently this special someone had had a LONG day yesterday helping yet another someone.
He simply couldn't say No.
At somepoint he'll realize he hasn't run out yet
He won't be able to figure out why.
But he'll smile and be happy none-the less.
Today, I watched good Karma
Created, processed, put through the systems
And on it's way.
Creator and Reciever have swaped roles before.
That's the ONLY way it ever worked anyway.
Hopefully it is one of the few things I will keep from here.
After two years of searching
Through the depth
And Stench
of this city,
I have found solace in aliens finding
No solace here.
They too will leave eventually escaping death.
What goes around DOES comes around.
Generosity
saves
souls.
[This message has been edited by writnpage (edited 05 August 2000).]
