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I can do it too. by FOF 04/14/2003, 12:38pm PDT “I grow old, Damascus.” There are little expectations in life, the simple wish of enjoying the minor things, the sunset, the singing birds, crystal dew on morning leaves. These are the everyday things, the everyday wonders. Enjoy them while you can take the time out to. Would it have mattered? “I tire, Damascus.” Take a walk down a rain drenched sidewalk and see all the small things. Cigarette butts floating lazily down storm drains, fragmented reflections in puddles and pools, the near silent rhythm of dripping roadside trees. Open your senses to experience those you have neglected in your cannonball of a life you would think. It’s the minor things. There was a story of a man and his bench, everyday in the park, popcorn and pigeons. To him, time was nothing, it meant nothing, it had no connotations whatsoever. His story was as simple as they come. Feed the pigeons, look for the little things. Tiny scraps fed to nature’s most benevolent scavenger. This is no epic, no Shakespeare, no Greek tragedy. Yet, there was a time it was the saddest thing I had ever heard. Now… “I fear, Damascus.” Fear is an irrational emotion, the unconscious buying into paranoia. The fear of the knowledge you lack, or the fantasies and nightmares that only you can create. Fear is the dementia and delusion winning the raging conflict for you mind. Your soul will soon follow. Soft sand beneath your feet is a gentle earthy feeling. Dancing slowly under the moonlight with the sea slowly washing over bare feet. There is nothing quite like this feeling, nothing in context. Cool breeze will rustle the leave, the echoing shuffle a sweet lullaby. A song to be sung. “No longer, Damascus” Heaven has yet to be touched. The rag stains on virgin dolls has yet to be cleaned. The empty hole in the heart has yet to be plugged. A carousel of things to be done, the crawling rotation of routine and the cadence yet to be reached. The eon stretched. The epoch awaits. Across the universe, a butterfly flapped it wings. “The sword, Damascus.”

I'm back with more depressing bullshit by mrs. johnson 04/14/2003, 1:51am PDT     Quiet of the Suburbs??? by Shadowy Consumer 04/14/2003, 11:34am PDT         The suburb I live in is pretty quiet. I walk around at 4 am and not a soul. NT by mrs. johnson 04/14/2003, 7:27pm PDT     I can do it too. by FOF 04/14/2003, 12:38pm PDT     A little shakey in parts by Alternate789 04/14/2003, 4:04pm PDT         Re: A little shakey in parts by mrs. johnson 04/14/2003, 7:59pm PDT