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Places people can get locked out of

Their heads Other people’s heads Houses/cars/buildings etc. Places they should be but never places they shouldn’t be

-blopp

observations while sitting outside terrible teriyaki places

* People can wriggle their entire body in a way that is unbeknownst to them tantalizingly sexual and simultaneously animalistic. Be aware of this if you zone out while leaning against a table near an open window.

* People can become so obsessed with another person that they look at each passing car with keen eyes and attribute significance to the ones that are the same make, model, and color as the one that the obsessee drives.

* Those people who give me that knowing smile and subsequent miniature head shake when they see me writing by streetlight in the frosty and still frosting night piss me off to no end. ‘Look at that. A real practicing artist!’ they might think. Fuck you man, I’m just here for the light. And yeah, I can’t afford a cup of coffee right now and the warmth that comes with it. But that’s because of people like you. I’m just doing my job here. You wouldn’t knowingly shake your head at a bus driver. If I told you this, you’d probably say ‘Well go somewhere else then. When you’re on the sidewalk sitting against your backpack for support with your multiple hoods draped over your hat and your hands shaking despite the gloves, I’m going to notice. I’m going to think it’s fascinating. And there’s nothing you can do about it.’ But believe me, man, I’ve tried. All the usual places (we all have these) have been overrun by either people smoking or kids blowing out puffs of hot air. Both images look exactly the same. And there’s a vibrancy outside this teriyaki place. There’s a vibrancy anywhere that people decide to walk when it’s almost, at, or below freezing. Because I can watch you and judge you just as you’re judging me. Dick.

-blopp

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rain droppy

It’s not just kids who enjoy watching rain drops race down windows Leaving trails, leaving streaks To let you know the path they take It’s not just kids who like to see a race Where new contenders join in Every few seconds With blatant disrespect for whatever rules are arbitrarily in place It’s not just kids who sit inside when it’s windy and rainy, When surfaces gain strange, untraceable patterns that undulate and twist and drip and drop, And think ‘Why is there a window separating me from the outside right now? Why am I conditioned to believe that the grey sky is something to be pushed away and viewed only from behind a pane of protection?’

It’s not just kids who enjoy many things It’s adults, too Lonely and sad adults. Kids just show it best.

(because they’re innocent or stupid or both) -Blopp

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