Viewing those things that were not there
It was the bane of her existence
She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see
If only she was better at that than she was. Every time she tried; the figments fled
Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time
NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words
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Finding his emotions too cumbersome to deal with, he packed them away.
Eliminating his ability to cope with other people around him
Everything became harder until he decided to become a hermit
Leaving humanity behind allowed him to decompress and once again begin to …
She didn’t mean to start another pyramid scheme
Creating a product so cool, she just wanted to allow others to have opportunities
And to grow it quickly, she decided to use subcontractors, who could subcontract from there
Making a company with a pretty nifty product and a pretty crappy way to sell it.
So that’s why one day the whole thing toppled
Couldn’t wait to find out what a tartan was, he decided to visit Europe
Leaving New Jersey, he traveled to Scotland
And promised himself he would get a kilt of it as soon as he knew which pattern was the right one
Not understanding that they didn’t have tartans for Americans
Can’t believe just because I decided to have a bit of fun with this Russian chick that I’m now here
Under the full moon we made out for a while, and everything was cool till she invited me to her place
Really should have said no, but she was like too hot, so I went to her house
So that’s when it got really weird. Her house had feet. Chicken feet! I told her she was too freaky for me
Everything happened so quickly. She took offense, and needless to say, now I’m the one with damn chicken feet!
Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises
It made her want to run out there and join them.
She knew she shouldn’t. She knew what would happen. She would never come back.
Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.
Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe
Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it
And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore
Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug
Damn that hurt. It just wasn’t the same.
She felt under attack during her interview
It seemed that every person wanted to tear her apart, break her
Every time she had five minutes to herself, she almost broke down and cried
Getting this chance was her way to something so much better, but was the battle worth it
Examining her casualties, she decided no.
Finding upside down smiles scattered among the audience
Richard tried to make a quick joke to lighten the mood
Only it didn’t work, and more people joined the unhappy camp
When he decided one more time, they started to angrily yell at him
Nobody warned him that practicing his startup at a funeral was going to be such a bad idea
Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young
Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box
Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again
Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns
Energized knowing she is living her best life
Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …
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