ericboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Recycled Faces Yeah! I got through. I'm at the library where everything is quiet, serene, and beneficial. The staff here is always so pleasant and they give great discounts on everything. I picked out some books that they were selling for anywhere from ten cents to a dollar. I grabbed four, not caring about price, and set them on the counter. The guy looked at them, twisted his lips in contemplation and said "A dollar." "I'll take it", I exclaimed and slid him the bill. I love this city. Here's a poem: Claire de Lune- they fed him tax forms until he cried inked his tears to draft their documents glassed his jaw encased his tongue a sandwich offered, declined high ceilings and central air hung on the apple of his throat dangled 401(k) in one lump sum. she kept up with the Kerouacs her X-mas lights always shiny like a good X-ian played like a cheap Milton Bradley game (which are all cheap Parker Brothers rip-offs) she ripped of "GO!" and like Cody died clutching a number. (not $200) they burned the noontime kerosene at either end, they didn't care readied it all for a gala revelation Ed Bradley on 60 Minutes all their doves, fine in a row released to fly at the drop of a hint they recycled their faces and slipped away unnoticed to this very booth, shadowed in secrecy. I've really been contemplating the idea of "recycled faces". Have you noticed that everytime you meet someone new they remind you of someone you've already known. I see faces as I walk down the street of people that I swore I saw last year in Texas. It's as if there are only a handful of faces and slight variations are placed upon them to keep the world "fresh". I don't entirely think this is a bad thing, either. People need familiarity to feel like they belong to something. A sharp and drastic change would knock the average person off their rocker and send them into a state of perpetual confusion. Anarchy, I tell you! Anyway, that's what I think, and I could very well be wrong. It's happened on occasion but I don't like to talk about it. There's something else on my mind, dammit, but it won't surface! I wonder what it could be... 3:41 p.m. - 2003-03-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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