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I walk across the landing and through the double doors and aim towards the lift shaft, that's where I'm going, of course. It's as if it hears my footsteps and needs no company as that old elevator shoots down to level 3. Every single morning as I approach its doors it disappears pretty quick down to those lower floors. I swear it sees me coming and doesn't like the look so as I rush to hitch a ride the **** thing slings its hook. The doors are on a system, computerised I read. But whenever I get near them they change the ****** speed. I stand alone here waiting and it just isn't fair 'cause I am stuck up here when I want to be down there. It speeds down to the bottom and sits on the ground floor you can here it taunting you with the movements of the door. Then after what seems ages it gradually starts to rise giving me some hope at last as I can hear the noise. Then it makes a pit stop at another floor and seems to take forever to open and close its door. Each and every level seems to get a viewing as if it wants to **** some time, with my mind it is ******** And then it reaches the sixth floor as if it is my saviour and finally opens up the doors as if it's doing a favour. It seems as if this machine requires me to stalk so now I've found the stairwell and instead I'm going to walk.
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
****** Elevator
I walk across the landing and through the double doors and aim towards the lift shaft, that's where I'm going, of course. It's as if it hears my footsteps and needs no company as that old elevator shoots down to level 3. Every single morning as I approach its doors it disappears pretty quick down to those lower floors. I swear it sees me coming and doesn't like the look so as I rush to hitch a ride the **** thing slings its hook. The doors are on a system, computerised I read. But whenever I get near them they change the ****** speed. I stand alone here waiting and it just isn't fair 'cause I am stuck up here when I want to be down there. It speeds down to the bottom and sits on the ground floor you can here it taunting you with the movements of the door. Then after what seems ages it gradually starts to rise giving me some hope at last as I can hear the noise. Then it makes a pit stop at another floor and seems to take forever to open and close its door. Each and every level seems to get a viewing as if it wants to **** some time, with my mind it is ******** And then it reaches the sixth floor as if it is my saviour and finally opens up the doors as if it's doing a favour. It seems as if this machine requires me to stalk so now I've found the stairwell and instead I'm going to walk.
9th July 2015 © Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014 This is a True Story of one elevators aim to cause me STRIFE!
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
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