She smiled at the children, and some of them came forward to stroke her arm and hold her hands.. just ahead, a small girl sat by herself under the shade of a coconut tree. The little one caught Audrey’s attention, and she asked ‘Why doesn’t she join the others?” Walking over, Audrey knelt down and spoke with her. Then, picking her up, she hugged her close. The child’s legs, crippled by polio, dangled uselessy. carrying the little one, Audrey walked toward us, her eyes filled with tears. None of the rest of us had taken notice of that child
Whenever you think you’re being paranoid about something just remember that David Bowie took paranoid to a new extreme when after meeting Jimmy Page in the 70s, he kicked him out of his house because he was convinced Page was trying to steal his soul and then had his pool exorcised afterwards. That my friends is paranoia at it’s best
I need to find a poem I posted on here way back when for a creative writing assignment…Where the fuck is it?
I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.