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By perception Date: 2007 Feb 22 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.22.16.53.25317]] |
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This touches on love, my story, a man waits for the bus with me into the night i have spoken to him before in passing, about the same radio station we listen to, about the famous people he once met, and so forth, small talk at most, he is rumpled crumpled with time, hair long eyes blaring blue, the cross of ash wednesday on his forehead. So, he sais he works for the FBI, but instantly i confirmed that i don't agree with him since if it's true he wouldn't just blurt it out... his favorite color is turqoise, a blue green i suppose, and then he feels too close, his hand rubbing high up on my arm, i asked him to please not touch me as i am divine. he wanted to know about my sex life (sex agent!) so i admitted i'm a nymph! i asked him what he had for lunch, and he proudly said, fish! i drink my coffee black, he drinks his with milk and two "cubes" of sugar is what i suppose, his anniversary at his big secret government job is February 13th! Well, this is where the love came in at first. In Kabbalah, 13 is a number for love. He didn't know - i taught him something. He was curious where i worked so i told him it was a secret (i wouldn't want to find him following me). He was raving about the illumini that ruled the world of puppet rulers - so he said. I admitted that i don't know about the ways of the world, so such secrets are null and dumb to me, but he enjoyed repeating and repeating the same strategy. Somehow he touched on my love life, so i divulged i don't feel attracted to white men (but he must have taken that literally), you see dearest, my mind is on another track, i don't look at people by colors of their skin. i gave him a hint that i live on another planet obviously, so that he asked me aren't i white, or did he ask, aren't i not white? i answered, i don't know really what color i am, i have no idea... i don't think i have a color. but since he was not so quick in realizing, i went along with his song and told him i'm only attracted to korean people! he asked me if i ever cheated on my husband, so i answered "no comment" because dearest, it's the politest way of saying i'm only respecting you because you're from my neighborhood, but stop feeling my arms, telling me you would love to have sex with me, and that you love to orgasm. the no comment is not an answer to a yes or to a no, it's an answer to leave me alone! dearest, you've gotta wisen up, stop playing mind games with your detective fantasy life. those words were the only love i could ever give you, few comfortable words of lovemaking sounds on a smooth bus ride home in the darkness of night. |