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             “I am an invisible man...I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids—and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.” -Ralph Ellison (Invisible Man)                                                          

I'm Drowning

11/29/2018

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I'm drowning
With no sound
Nothing around to grab a hold of
To save me from going under.
It's getting dark
Until there's no more light to see.
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Anonymous Exchange

11/22/2018

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​Anos and Non always sat in the front a seat empty between them. Non had a girlfriend, but Anos, might have been single. They seemed perfect for each other. Strangers, but companions in a sense. They held the royal court in CRWT 045. No one knew it but me, the creep two rows behind. Spikes and tattoos, a shave to the side and a shave to the back, they complimented each other in a way only my twisted mind could see. There was a loss, but there was also something to gain. If only they could feel what I see, a delicious mesh of two seemingly perfect people to make one. Anos and Non. Non and Anos.
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Change

11/15/2018

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​Change is just a friend of fear, a sister to self-consciousness, a cousin to awareness, and the child of time. The clock ticks to your demise. Nine months to be born, a hundred years to die, unless you fall out of the race early at fifty-four. What do you do with fifty-four or hundred years? What can you do? Shame flies around for the chance to bite and inject embarrassment into your face, red blood flowing tainted with the poison. Change is a child of time. Spare change sleeps in the dark crevices of your couch, pocket, purse, floorboards, or bed. It lurks until needed and found. To be used at the cashier’s counter, as shame bites again. Why does it matter, isn’t still money? Spare this penny a lost future, and use it to buy a burger. Keep the dollar. Let’s try this again. Spare change leads to:
Fear of embarrassment
Self-consciousness
Awareness of the line you’re holding up
Time being consumed by the digging and counting
 
Change leads to:
Fear
Embarrassment
Self-consciousness
Awareness
Time
 
So what’s the difference between Change, and Spare change?
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