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« on: January 31, 2003, 09:20:00 AM »
Last night a police car and tow truck with lights on passed my house.

No.

Not to worry. It would not be your secrets that I would tell. The spinner of blame would land on myself now every time.

Tom don?t you worry
Neither should the rest of you
Because I will hold that little pink room open for you to
Perhaps when you decide to visit I will pay attention
Devote a little ?special? attention to you

I had known what my job was to be all along anyway hadn?t I?

I began to pace back and forth.

For I am Legion

and we are many.

Whenever you need someone to blame
You may blame me

Whenever you need someone to curse
You may curse me

Whenever you want to slouch I will now look the other way

If you are hungry you may take my food

Or if angry

Smack it from my hand

I will accept my position

I will be the keeper to hell

Any of you who ever want to visit that pink room

Know that you may

I?ll always have a room for you reserved in one of those dark crevices of my mind
A paper sack lunch stuffed into the fridge

Why I?ll even let you peer into the rooms you weren?t supposed to look in

Truly I?m only interested in finding myself

Don?t you trust me?

Here you may slouch

Here you can crawl right down onto that floor and lay with me picking through the fibers

This was my obligation to society

Perhaps nothing else

I will live out the rest of my life
Until senility constantly wipes these images from my mind

Stuck there in a way

Some nights I could hear you call to me
I would look to the heavens and curse them
Speak to the clouds in order to silence them

The floor is where I searched on 5th phase
Staggering along at the side of group
I knew what you said to me
It was unspoken
I have always communicated with you in the other way
I stood by the door
There was no way to get out

Everything was now clear to me
So whenever you want come to me in that small corner
That small pink corner in the back of my mind

I will cry and sob with you
Sometimes long into the night
I will wake in cold sweats shivering
But I will also tell my stories
I will time my breaths to fall in time with yours
So that I can remember
I will freely hold the door open for you to leave at any time
But absolutely no one else will ever be let in with you
You are free to come alone
That place is ours
Wherever you are
Know that while it?s my watch I will pace
Right there along side you
Fists clenched and in my pockets
Just as I did last night
If you don?t mind though
Sometimes I?ll want to turn the lights on
Turn them on and come play

Todayeee would be Staff intake day

To me you see
Creativity was a gift
Not a curse

At what point did you know?

The building stands dark and empty
Chairs aligned in strict formation
When any of you call to me I will pace
Eyes constantly down
Don?t worry
I?m only searching the floor for some of the sand we left there
A piece here
One over there

No need to pull up the carpet
Let me just lay here a while and cleanse myself

?and misbehave a little

Just let me tell my stories in my own particular way
I just had to have the ability to lie
May I continue to write stories until the day I grow old and die
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