Cellar Door
I can't do it. I could never do it. Don't ask me to do it. Dammit. I have to do it, or I'll die. Do you want me to die? I don't want to die. Shit. You're lucky, because YOU don't need to make this kind of a decision. I do. A choice... a single "this one" or "that one". I love them both and I shouldn't have to make that decision...
You've never been invisible. I don't mean Nobody-Pays-Attention-To-Me type of invisible either. I'm talking about standing in a crowd of people, completely naked, and nobody calling the police on you. I'm talking about being the fabled "fly on the wall" in the areas most people dream about. The locker room, the shower, your parents bedroom. Haha! I don't mean to see their failed attempts at making that little sibling you don't want, but they do. I meant to see what the presents are that they bought you, for any occasion requiring the act of presenting you with presents.
I've been invisible. In the ways you never have. It's an amazing sensation. It feels cold and hot at the same time, you feel everything, and you feel nothing. Do you know the feeling you get after you've been in a position too long and a part of your body goes numb? It's not like that. It's the opposite of that, even though you don't know how that feels because the opposite of it being asleep is it being awake, and that's not the same as "not asleep". Trust me, I'm a doctor. I'm not a doctor. Hmph, I wish I was a doctor, because then maybe I could figure this all out on my own. Alas, i am but a humble "not-doctor".
You've never flown. Again, I don't mean that you've never been propelled across the sky in some way, i'm sure you have, and you probably enjoyed it. I don't mean to assume anything, it could have been the worst experience in your life, or you could have that weird word for "a fear of heights", but I'm simply saying that you have never just woke up, stretched, shuffled over to your bedroom window, across from the closet where there may or may not be boxes of decoratively wrapped goodies, and opened it, and then just...flew. Right out into the open air, without a crew of two guys trying to keep your wires balanced so your death defying stunt does indeed defy as it was intended to.
If you guessed that maybe i had done such a thing, then you'd be wrong. Sorry, lied again. I have indeed done that very thing. I flew out to get my Sunday paper...ahem...my neighbor's Sunday paper. I'll return it...after I finish the comics. Love the comics. Even if they're not funny, they're an escape from the world at large. Talking animals, annoying children, and an obese, lasagna-loving, orange cat. Anyway, they get it back, I like to put it where they think, maybe they missed it. Like, the roof for instance, it's a classic.
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....Feedback anyone?... even though it is as of yet unfinished...lol...
You've never been invisible. I don't mean Nobody-Pays-Attention-To-Me type of invisible either. I'm talking about standing in a crowd of people, completely naked, and nobody calling the police on you. I'm talking about being the fabled "fly on the wall" in the areas most people dream about. The locker room, the shower, your parents bedroom. Haha! I don't mean to see their failed attempts at making that little sibling you don't want, but they do. I meant to see what the presents are that they bought you, for any occasion requiring the act of presenting you with presents.
I've been invisible. In the ways you never have. It's an amazing sensation. It feels cold and hot at the same time, you feel everything, and you feel nothing. Do you know the feeling you get after you've been in a position too long and a part of your body goes numb? It's not like that. It's the opposite of that, even though you don't know how that feels because the opposite of it being asleep is it being awake, and that's not the same as "not asleep". Trust me, I'm a doctor. I'm not a doctor. Hmph, I wish I was a doctor, because then maybe I could figure this all out on my own. Alas, i am but a humble "not-doctor".
You've never flown. Again, I don't mean that you've never been propelled across the sky in some way, i'm sure you have, and you probably enjoyed it. I don't mean to assume anything, it could have been the worst experience in your life, or you could have that weird word for "a fear of heights", but I'm simply saying that you have never just woke up, stretched, shuffled over to your bedroom window, across from the closet where there may or may not be boxes of decoratively wrapped goodies, and opened it, and then just...flew. Right out into the open air, without a crew of two guys trying to keep your wires balanced so your death defying stunt does indeed defy as it was intended to.
If you guessed that maybe i had done such a thing, then you'd be wrong. Sorry, lied again. I have indeed done that very thing. I flew out to get my Sunday paper...ahem...my neighbor's Sunday paper. I'll return it...after I finish the comics. Love the comics. Even if they're not funny, they're an escape from the world at large. Talking animals, annoying children, and an obese, lasagna-loving, orange cat. Anyway, they get it back, I like to put it where they think, maybe they missed it. Like, the roof for instance, it's a classic.
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....Feedback anyone?... even though it is as of yet unfinished...lol...