jim-gillespieWhisper

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A Friendly Thief“Stop!” / “Thief!” / You steal me away,
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May 1, 2012
A God, My GodAnother Fleshy Idol, / to whom I sew myself, / Nameless to he.
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Dec 14, 2011
A Red-Eyed SquirrelThat red-eyed squirrel, so common, yet so unique, follows them without being noticed. Emptiness. / As soon as he woke up, he walked out of his room into the hallway and saw it sitting there. Someone left his top door open, and a little squirrel wandered in. He cautiously walked up to the squirrel, afraid it would jump at him, or run away, but the squirrel remained still. The man made sure not to scare the squirrel, for there was something about the squirrel he couldn't quite get. So the man stopped right in front of that squirrel, right in front of his top door, the man thought he was dreaming for the squirrel had not moved. The sun was red, bright, burning him, blinding him, so he shut the door. The door fell shut, and the outside world was gone. All that was left was the man's home, in his hallway between two doors. He turned around and the squirrel was following him with bright red eyes, red like the sun, but not blinding. The eyes were enticing, and so the man followed. The squirrel led him back into his room and the man picked up the squirrel, the red eyes still following the man, the man still following those bright red eyes. Their eyes were getting wider, swallowing more and more. And the red eyes still remained. The eyes are getting the best of him, and he can't resist, so he drew his own drops of red, being pumped away more and more. As it poured through him he cried and looked up and noticed a glimmer of light shining, shining so bright, but not blinding, not the sun, nor the squirrel's red eyes, but a new light. The man looked back down still open, still staring, but saw no enticing red eyes. He looked back up, and saw the light was gone. All that intrigued him was gone, he mind in pieces on the ceiling, still trying to find light on the floor. He ran tot he hallway. The faucet poured nothing, the light switch turned to darkness when he wanted light. Finally he went to the mirror, his eyes still wide, but this time, red. The squirrel he saw, not himself, but a new self, a red self. The monster he saw was not him, it was not a creation. The sight of the beast shocked the man, causing him to jump. He didn't land. There was no gravity. There was only that monster, the monster with red eyes. He was floating in a new place, he saw Alex and Emelia whom he thought had passed, but next to him floating, falling, crying. / He blinked, jumped, and gasped for air. Ran out to that hallway, between two doors, both open and saw nothing but the outside world.
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Dec 13, 2011
A Scratch on My GlassesThis morning I woke up with a scratch on my glasses. / I don't know how they got there, I was asleep. / My world was turned upside down because of my glasses.
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Jan 3, 2012
Business as usualBusy, much to busy. / To even have time to write, to think. / "Work, more work."
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Jul 15, 2012
Cinnamon TreesFollowing the signs / trees smell of cinnamon. / Sweet.
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Apr 18, 2012
Daddy DinoDaddy dino, daddy dino, where are you? / I've hatched from my egg, but where to? / I'm cold. But I feel so warm.
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Dec 13, 2011
DiscoveryThis displacement / seems infinite, / as my tongue
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Mar 6, 2012
Dusk to DustThis is nothing but a puzzle box, an apparent paradox. / Another tree starts to sing, as his house bells ring. / One small sparks it all, as the maze begins to fall.
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Dec 13, 2011
FeelingAnd in my body I feel no pain / from the emotion that anyone can feel / unless I subscribe myself to that level.
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Feb 21, 2012
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