mickeysnacks
Virgin
- Joined
- Sep 16, 2002
- Posts
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oh my, these past few days have been most interesting. curious these structures we build, these faces we hide behind, and how naughty we all are with our words - sitting in our seats, behind closed doors, snickering... our perverse and twisted little minds seeking everything we've always wanted, everything our tongues can't ask.
or won't.
tsk tsk. how my faith in people seems to waiver with all of their strange little actions. does it perpetuate my nature? how about yours? looking over these threads, i see everyone i always have:
the man across the street mowing his lawn, the older woman afraid of conversation after finding she is attracted to someone younger. how about the cashier at the grocery store with the smug gleam in her eye, her mouth unparted? and the doctor with his sterile smile and clean hands?
we move about in this world, so much. bumping into and passing each other. such a strange outlet for conversation when we are always face to face. but, if it is another facet of this world i will indulge, so be it.
hmm, these faces we sit behind.
where is that mirror?
or won't.
tsk tsk. how my faith in people seems to waiver with all of their strange little actions. does it perpetuate my nature? how about yours? looking over these threads, i see everyone i always have:
the man across the street mowing his lawn, the older woman afraid of conversation after finding she is attracted to someone younger. how about the cashier at the grocery store with the smug gleam in her eye, her mouth unparted? and the doctor with his sterile smile and clean hands?
we move about in this world, so much. bumping into and passing each other. such a strange outlet for conversation when we are always face to face. but, if it is another facet of this world i will indulge, so be it.
hmm, these faces we sit behind.
where is that mirror?
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