...it has come to me...self awareness...i am a foot by foot square of
linoleum on the floor of a large metropolitan toy store...i am at the corner of the barbie aisle and the aisle where they sell the roller skates and hockey sticks...it is 11:00 pm....no one is in the store...car
lights from the parking lot are lighting up the back wall as workers from the grocery store leave the lot to go home....it is quiet except for
the small rat in the back room...i hear the hum of a flourescent ballast
about to decay...i have been here for 5 months...i do not know how much longer i will stay here in the floor....this is my moment of self
realization...
Originally posted by reinfeldHey, pretty good! You should talk with stocken.
...it has come to me...self awareness...i am a foot by foot square of
linoleum on the floor of a large metropolitan toy store...i am at the corner of the barbie aisle and the aisle where they sell the roller skates and hockey sticks...it is 11:00 pm....no one is in the store...car
lights from the parking lot are lighting up the back wall as workers from t ...[text shortened]... know how much longer i will stay here in the floor....this is my moment of self
realization...
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Originally posted by reinfeldMy wife got a baby version of "The Velveteen Rabbit" for my boy the othe day and we read it last night. Your story is just as sad as that, and I hope there is a happy ending... but regardless of how happy the end is we'll still probably be sad.
...it has come to me...self awareness...i am a foot by foot square of
linoleum on the floor of a large metropolitan toy store...i am at the corner of the barbie aisle and the aisle where they sell the roller skates and hockey sticks...it is 11:00 pm....no one is in the store...car
lights from the parking lot are lighting up the back wall as workers from t ...[text shortened]... know how much longer i will stay here in the floor....this is my moment of self
realization...
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Originally posted by reinfeldHa, sweet. That's impressive writing, man. Copied? Either way rec for it.
...it has come to me...self awareness...i am a foot by foot square of
linoleum on the floor of a large metropolitan toy store...i am at the corner of the barbie aisle and the aisle where they sell the roller skates and hockey sticks...it is 11:00 pm....no one is in the store...car
lights from the parking lot are lighting up the back wall as workers from t ...[text shortened]... know how much longer i will stay here in the floor....this is my moment of self
realization...
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Originally posted by reinfeldLess impressive, too literal, didn't spark my senses.
...the thought does not have a happy ending...i have found out that i
am only one half of the linoleum tile...i am the bottom half....i realize
now that i am face down in the glue side and that old cement is all
that i will see when i wake up...what to do ?....
BTW: Although I haven't finished it House of Leaves is an insane book.
EDIT:That btw seems off topic, but the original post reminded me of it.
Originally posted by reinfeldBe very happy you are not the top side of the linoleum tile that is under the urinal in the men's room.
...the thought does not have a happy ending...i have found out that i
am only one half of the linoleum tile...i am the bottom half....i realize
now that i am face down in the glue side and that old cement is all
that i will see when i wake up...what to do ?....
Originally posted by Red NightHm, not bad. Not good, but not bad. I almost appreciate it RN.
oh no...I am the letter "I" on Reinfelds keyboard...all day long getting punched and punched...it's vowel abuse...and not a hotline in sight...oh what to do...oh what to do...it's a wonder I'm not black and blue...
Almost....don't be getting any ideas here.