It was dark. I had turned out the lights and pulled back the curtains in my bedroom. I stood at the open window, adjusting the fan before I went to bed.
A man was passing on the sidewalk below. He stepped off the sidewalk and onto the grass--my grass--heading to the other side.
My first impulse was to yell out, "HEY! QUIT CUTTING ACROSS MY LAWN!" but I stopped myself.
For one thing, it was 1:30 AM, and for another thing, I didn't know how mentally stable he was. What if he whipped out a gun and shot me?
Still, it would've been pretty funny to see his reaction. I'm sure he had no idea anyone was watching.
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- "Be thankful for what you can be thankful for, and try to put up with the rest quietly." -Father Edit
Trillihedron
The earth is not round
But faceted:
Fixed together by trillions
Of hedrons—a trillihedron—
So that nowhere that you stand is
Infinite but flat-set, junctioned
On each side by
Other faceted hedrons—
Like people, as a singular
Don’t exist except
As trillihedrons.
But faceted:
Fixed together by trillions
Of hedrons—a trillihedron—
So that nowhere that you stand is
Infinite but flat-set, junctioned
On each side by
Other faceted hedrons—
Like people, as a singular
Don’t exist except
As trillihedrons.
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2 comments:
The best kind of vigilante is the one you don't even know is there.
Or is it the best kind of stalker? I can never remember.
yep you never know when people are watching you
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