Nov 24, 2015
ANOTHER THING ABOUT PERSONALITY
I’ve noticed sometimes when thinking about myself—like remembering a situation I was in or whatever—I don’t visualize myself as how I actually look but instead as a pile of sticks.
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ANOTHER THING ABOUT PERSONALITY
I’ve noticed sometimes when thinking about myself—like remembering a situation I was in or whatever—I don’t visualize myself as how I actually look but instead as a pile of sticks.
PERSONALITY SHIELD
It happens now where someone tries to interact with me and we both just stand there while his/her personality bounces off my shield and hits the ground, instantly motionless.
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BUS THING
When I got on the bus this morning, it accelerated before I could grab something. I reached for a pole and grabbed it but it swung me around and I fell into the lap of a very old woman. She was wearing a plastic thing over her hair, sunglasses too. I immediately smiled and said, “Hey”—unable to move because my feet were off the ground. Then I got up and stood in the aisle—unable to stop smiling/laughing in a way that felt oh so bad.
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SUBWAY
Today when I scanned my train card, I thought the screen said: “Fuck you,” but really it said: “Accepted.” Did I want it to say, “Fuck you”—maybe, maybe.
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THOUGHTS ON WHAT I REALLY LOOK LIKE
Like, there’s me, then there’s a smaller me in orbit of the regular sized me. But the orbit is just a constant floating backwards, describing the regular me left in the distance. Getting more and more distant but still trying to describe. And the way it’s described is how I actually look. And no one can see the process behind it.
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YO BUSINESS
On the way out of a donut place this morning, a woman sitting alone at a table grabbed my arm. Her eyes pointed up at the ceiling in different directions, with bad cataracts. She said, “Hey, now ‘memba honey, I’n tell you this. Wh’ever you go,” rubbing my hand and arm a little, “—always speak yo piece. Speak on yo business then. Ow k?” I said, “Ok,” nodding. Her hand felt nice on my skin. She smiled. And then I was outside in the parking lot, deciding to button the last undone button at the top of my shirt, ready for anything.
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VITAMIN C
On the walk home from getting some vitamin c tonight, I had to wait for traffic before crossing Fullerton. A little bit down the block, someone was looking at a pile on the sidewalk. The person looked more closely at the pile then looked up at me and walked away, shaking his head. I went over to the pile. It was a blanket with something beneath it, blood on the sidewalk. A note taped to the blanket said: “Dog was killed. Please do not move.” And I wanted to move it, but I didn’t know where. Maybe just pick it up and walk it down the sidewalk under the moon.
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