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maxine-chen
maxine-chen
Singaporean walking contradiction
The engine roars like my heart did when I first met Marie that October though I couldn't hear it then. The people around me are in a different world. I stare out from my window seat as the others stare in. Their lives are rushed, but I have all the time I need. They are unfeeling. I have felt the world. Drizzling and the window feels cool against my wrinkled cheek. The scenery outside is blurred. Just like the scenes from my past. Lighting flashes. Nobody flinches but me. They're too preoccupied with their activities... I am old and they are young; do they appreciate what they have? Times are truly changing. The bus skids to a halt. I get up on my creaky joints and pad slowly out. Clutching my roses, I walk through the white gates and into the grounds Where my Marie's body lies.
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Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 2:24 AM UTC
Mr. Jon's Bus Ride
I type 'Life'. My greatest invention yet. They are born and they die according to this curve I drew up using my favorite software. They'll see soft lights. They'll fight. They'll go. Where? I'm working on it Still. I type 'War'. The adventures of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, A bunch of sideshows And there's a massive one scheduled at 8.54. Stay to watch? I type 'Love'. They like this a lot. They react well to it. Strange how they rise to their feet at the slightest presence of Love. I copy and paste 'Love love love love love love love love' Then I crunch on a moon. Cold, sweet, juiceless. Hmmmmm. I type - 'Gobstopper'.
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Aug 21, 2011
Aug 21, 2011 at 8:16 AM UTC
Gobstopper