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Cracks. Twenty some odd cracks break me open, leak in particles of particles of particles of they them the others the Others. Fires. Tiny fires dance around me and I’m paralyzed. Fear? Fear slithers about my back around my spine against my tiny peach hairs and skin. I’ve never seen a rainbow, never seen a cloudy sky, never seen a sunny day, and never seen the stars at night. I see darkness. I see a white wall of fog. I see a fucking fog. I see nothing. I see five feet in front of myself and the world is shrouded in a conspirator’s mystery, hidden, held, withheld from me from my visual sense I am duly... ...withheld. This is about my stunted visual radius. My inability to see to look to be more than five feet in front of my eyes at any time. My prison or my shelter? - wellfuckyoutoo either way you look at it I’m trapped inside be it voluntary or voluntary’s comparatively evil antonym brothersister. I’ve no key to relieve myself, no lock to pick, no door to open or close. I’ve no control at all as existence passes me up as life and years and others and the Others slide on by I will miss my boat I’m sure andthen-where-will-I-the fuck be? Stuck? Still whining about my sensory retardation? Boat slides by boat takes off boat is the fuck gone and I’m the fuck unaware that it’s even ever left me here in my prison in my pit in my piss ridden effluvium soaked den of fivefuckingfeet I’m waiting sitting pacing for something to fucking happen I deserve that much for fucksake just a taste, at the bottom least, of what it’s like to be a regular decent job-holding bloke. I am owed, at the basement least, a tongue lick of goodness before I spend another night blah hour blah minute blah instant in this, this, this... In-CAR-cer-A-t-ION!!! ... And I don’t mean to get so pissy you know? I don’t mean to push and pull and pummel you with my woes but I sweartothefuckingalmighty it’s the truth - not one word a bastards lie I swear unto you I’m full of truth about my “fuck-you-very-much-god” handicaps and scorns. I trust you bloke. You isn’t like the others the Others. I mean, five fucking feet! I’m reduced. An invalid. IN VALID. How am I supposed to get along when I can’t see where I’m off to when I don’t know where I’m the fuck going? Piss. It was the others the Others that did this to me I swear it. The others the Others have it in for me want me to drown in this fucking fog so they get god to stunt my peepers. I bet you knew this though, cause you’re not like the others the Others at all. They’re just trying to pull me down, crack me some twenty odd more times but I bet you got the real goods on their god scheme conspiracy... I mean, I bet you know what it’s like to be fourteen.
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