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July 20, 2012

Walking to the beach makes me feel like I have OCD

 Because when I walk I make it a point to skip the spaces between blocks

Just like I make it a point to skip the bullshit lines when talking to real people

And use them when I feel like I’m being fed bullshit

Real kosher gluten free bullshit

Straight from the bottle

Sometimes I get so bored I start looking for meaning in people’s eyes

Even people I don’t know

If I feel sad listening to a song on my IPod

I suddenly look up from the cracks

And strike daggers in a passerby’s eyes

What did I do to deserve such a look? Such a person might ask

I’ll tell you why you deserve it – because you didn’t look at me in such a way first

You didn’t look to me for meaning in a summer evening walk

Or life for that matter

What is this world coming to if we don’t have spontaneity

If not more importantly the need for intense passion

When even the blackness of a person’s pupils isn’t fulfilling

I’ll stare down the sun

Daring it to blind me

Why would you blind me when all I’m looking for is meaning in this place you nurture and keep alive

Yes there is danger and harm in all of beauty

Summer nights

Orange glowing stars

The radiant taillights of hundreds of cars that I bid goodbye as they pass under me while I stand on the highway bridge

I guess those cracks in the sidewalk can be annoying

But in the end they’re all I’ve got to lead me to wherever I want to go

 

 

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