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coffee spoons His eyes stung from a lack of sleep. The sour small of his body had ceased to offend him as he made his way to the sink full of unwashed dishes, pawing through it for a cup to rinse then fill. He scratched idly at the scabs on his legs. Pulling a shirt, jeans from a pile on the floor he hooked them with a hand, stepped sideways, pissed into the foul toilet, poured a pail of water to chase it out, avoided the mirror, the shower. In a scant 3 minutes he was out the door, his hands in his pockets, back hunched, head down, he moved quickly. A shadow against the brick , a reflection in the glass, nothing more. Invisible almost though people seemed to sense him, move aside to let him pass. In his hand was a bent piece of cardboard. Today was one of the first days that the sun had shown up in over a week. People were dawdling on their way to wherever., his pace was even, steady, skirting those who stood to relish the warmth, the budding of the trees, the gentle breeze spreading the sweet lilac scent over the sidewalk from behind the prisons of the gated houses. Swaths of lawn so green it stunned the eyes. He took his place on the landing with all the others. Men in suits, dressed for purpose, silver containers of coffee rising, falling to lips pursed, papers folded, eyes carefully averted. All so studiously avoiding everything. Scanning the crowd for anything, his eyes stopped on a woman in a soft blue dress,leaning against a pillar, eyes closed as if seeking just a few more minutes of sleep. She made him wonder, was something here after all? The rumbling of the train pulled her from her somnolence, stiffened her into nothing more or less than all the others, her face becoming ordinary, stern. his eyes jerked away. As the train neared, he stood as they did, expectant. Before it began to slow, the woman screamed.  “what Got him was Noth Ing & nothings exAct Ly what any One Living (or some Body Dead… Could Hardly express…" e.e. cummings You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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this is not a plea for help........smiles I saw a man in the subway. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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EEEWWE I can smell him form way up "noth" Makes me think of all the panhandlers we have loitering around downtown- the ones with the new Nikes and the nail polish and cell phones (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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Ode to the joy of commuting. "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson  
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Good Morning and Happy Monday, another great read for us today, thank you so much.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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This doesn't look like a happy ending story! 
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Remarkable hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Loved it! 
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Eyes, carefully averted, So averted, Our society continues to ignore all to the detriment of the few... mm, kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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I don't know why you share your stuff with us for free, wickedeasy, but I thank you for your generosity. You, my dear, are a kick-ass writer. But you don't need me to tell you so.  My featured post this week: Pulling Fantasy Sex Out of My Ass.
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ah, the one who took such good care of you. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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