NormBeggar's Belief (2005)
An ending and a beginning. The dream is gone. I’ve been looking for the exceptional when I should have been looking for the common. It’s little wonder I’ve had such trouble locating myself. I wrapped myself, hogtied and shoved in a sack, and dragged myself to the attic, which was a cellar at the time, just enough to eat, the classics mostly. How unexceptional. The process is one that takes years to achieve. Thankfully society is there to assist.
Full of purpose. I had such luxury. It was luxuriant. The luxury. The chair was soft. It was down. The seat was down. I went anyway. I always made sure. I went to study at the finest institutes in the land. I went as a patient. I came out as a doctor.
Skirting the walls were the boards. They hemmed in the house. The occupants even more so. It was their fault. Their flaw. They skirted and held up the ceiling. It was plastered. It was not plastered.
My facial paralysis is worsening. It’s been doing that for some time. Some time soon the whole network will shut down. My head will be one chunk of meat. Food stuffs will not be contained. The lips will falter. They’ve always faltered. The eyes will be bloodshot. There will be no loving looks from eligible females. The females will pass me by. Their eyes will be elsewhere. My eyes will be elsewhere. In a special case. They’ll find it hard not to stare. They will stare. The staring will engender love. All genders will be engendered so.
Full of purpose. I had such luxury. It was luxuriant. The luxury. The chair was soft. It was down. The seat was down. I went anyway. I always made sure. I went to study at the finest institutes in the land. I went as a patient. I came out as a doctor.
Skirting the walls were the boards. They hemmed in the house. The occupants even more so. It was their fault. Their flaw. They skirted and held up the ceiling. It was plastered. It was not plastered.
My facial paralysis is worsening. It’s been doing that for some time. Some time soon the whole network will shut down. My head will be one chunk of meat. Food stuffs will not be contained. The lips will falter. They’ve always faltered. The eyes will be bloodshot. There will be no loving looks from eligible females. The females will pass me by. Their eyes will be elsewhere. My eyes will be elsewhere. In a special case. They’ll find it hard not to stare. They will stare. The staring will engender love. All genders will be engendered so.
