Newsgroups: alt.slack

Subject: shnickershnack

From: kevbob.aLLsPaM@ecsis.net (kevbob)

Date: Wed, 19 Nov 1997 00:28:43 -0500

 

everytime i see the way the way towards which the world is turning

i hear the little bastards go

 

"shnickershnack. on your back. bloody eyes where your soul was at"

 

it's not so much that i'm angry, it's just that i wish i had the ability

to make them pay. to make them feel the way they make me feel. to make

them feel the way that they make others feel. to make them feel at all.

 

because, simply put, they DON'T feel. empathy is a thricedamned lie, a

story told to lend some semblance of faux compassion to the faceless

demons we call neighbors, lovers, and family. and th thing that irks the

most, the thing that makes my blood pressure rise, that makes me grind my

teeth until my eyes water, that makes me shiver so uncontrollably that i

have to sit down or fall down,

 

is the fact that it isn't that they don;t want to see, it's that they can

not see. it is impossible for them to se the damage wrought, which in

essence, makes it not their fault. to me, fault implies some level of

control.

 

the weather is not my fault, as i do not control it. the pain they sow is

not their fault, as they could no more control its spread than they could

feel their victims agony.

 

"shnickershnack. on your back. bloody eyes where your soul was at"

 

 

they just won't shut up. those little men, those daemons that exist only

in my mind. if i tell them about the forces they can not see, they laugh

at me, just another odd story i must be telling.

 

"shnickershnack. on your back. bloody eyes where your soul was at"

 

and it shouldn;t bother me, since i've always seen them, but it finally

dawned on me WHY i can see them, what they are doing to me, that they

aren;t doing to others.

 

for, truly, why don't those faceless ones i see everyay, walking down the

street with a wake of pain and sorrow, why don;t they here it?

 

"shnickershnack. on your back. bloody eyes where your soul was at"

 

and then, today, i understood what it meant.

 

"shnickershnack. on your back. bloody eyes where your soul was at"

 

i'm a faceless one as well, but i am impudent enough to wish the pain that

is strewn, upon the strewer. the refrain isn't there to make me see THEIR

damage done, no, it is there to make me see the damage i have caused.

 

my shere affrontary, to wish, has caused those more powerful than i to

curse me, and grant my wish. now i can feel the pain i cause.

 

"shnickershnack. on your back. bloody eyes where your soul was at"

 

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