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Different Dreams
FOUND by Dustin
in Charleston, South Carolina
Found this on the way to the College of Charleston Library.
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to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
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okay.... why are there two april 10 posts??
when I first opened the page it went to this note. then you click the "<--PREV" button and it goes back to the big city post it note. THEN click next--> and it comes to a note written on a canadian five dollar bill. both say April 10, 2008!!!!
such conflict...
even though i read find nearly every day, this note is one of those where reading it feels invasive, a violation of someone's quiet desperation.
'I want to escape it.'
I'd like to give this guy a hug, and let him touch my boobs.
Anyone can be an artist. Especially if you can see beauty in things.
poor soul is definately tortured enough to be an artist.
Very sad. Typical youth angst, but still sad.
Me, I'm a big believer in tuna.
"leave" and "stay" are familiar words.
"leave or stay" is a familiar theme.
here's hoping this author hasn't left yet.
charlestown is a city of ghosts and angels, beautiful and blooming on top the stench of the papermill and seatide- like a lovely woman in need of a shower.
the city itself calls you to thoughts like this- of god and decay and the juxtaposition of history and nature that does indeed hurt the soul with a longing that is mixed up with eternity and today. it can be a hard place to be young.
ha! i can't spell worth shit, and was feeling all serious, reflective and poetic until i saw the american apparel vixen-of-the-day. *snort*
It looks to me like " every girl there's something that hurts that I want. I want no part of and I want to own." Somebody wants me!! Sort of.
It's scary inside the writer's head. "It's unavoidable painful. Like it's supposed to be. I want to escape it." The blackness of the angst is eating this poor soul. Hope they make it through to the other side; it may not be better, but it will at least be different.
@Wrye, that's a beautiful and haunting description of Charleston!
This gives me a headache and I think the writer is scary. It makes me think of a rapist. This person has serious problems. This is NOT how it's supposed to be. I hope he gets some help before he commits a crime.
It's always hard when you're debating believing in Cod or not. Those darn slippery fish!!
Wrye makes me want to go to Charleston.
man behind the curtain.. tuna! haha! (at first I didn't get it.) *going to get coffee now*
Beginning reminds me of "The Patient" by Tool.
"...this tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now..."
or pretty much the whole friggin song.
yup. hoo rah for Maynard.
the end.
Truly...sad. The emotions that I feel from this poor lad/lassie is that they're lost.
:o(
Oooo.. tea, I love Prison Sex! ( by Tool. )
IMO, prison sex by tool sounds like something no one in their right mind would desire.
This makes no sense and the writing is crap. When nothing should be holding me together? and Every girl there's something that hurts that I want? You sound a little depressed already why ask for more. That's jacked up.
You make your mind up to be happy or unhappy, so "Suck it up!"
I'll touch your boobs Polly, but only if your nipples have been shaved, plucked, or waxed.
I believe in Cod.
I agree with Freonz freaking hallucinations. That comment will keep me laughing all day!
Wow, the writer already *is* an artist! They just need to know that for themselves.
Polly, can I touch your boobs? I had a bad day yesterday.
Yeah, I believe in Cod, too. Just for the Halibut.
My, this fellow is tortured.
I swear this is my brother's handwriting. He is profoundly dislexic. And definitely troubled. As in borderline psychotic. I hope I never see him again, for reasons good.
That is why, oh wise Richard, the comment "Suck it up!" is rather less than constructive. "Snap out of it, soldier!" is not a good thing to say to someone who is perennially on the verge of going on a killing spree.
I hope you never find that out in person.
I wish I could meet the author. And Polly you were reading my mind before I read your post. I'd let him touch my boobs too.
Sadly, when people like this "suck it up", they write the shittiest poetry known to man and title it "Black".
I was thinking, instead of letting him touch my boobs, that I hope I don't meet this person for some reason. It was kind of a gut reaction...
I can't say I agree that everybody can be an artist or that this fellow is already an artist. This is typical, poorly written, teen angst. Inner torment does not an artist make. There are many people out there who would love to be artists but don't have the talent. It is not up to the rest of the world to coddle wannabes, despite what the American Idol generation would wish to believe. Some people just have no talent.
@Pamplona - I think everyone can be an artist if that is what they want. How "good" art is is subjective. Now, they may not be able to make a living at their art! And maybe no one else likes their art! But I truly believe if you want to be an artist, you must have an inner artist inside of you. Talent is not necessarily something that can be rated.
everyone is an artist. you don't have to produce art to be prolific. enjoy the beauty of life and your soul will heal =)
I wouldn't let this guy touch my boobs, he sounds like he wants to cut boobs off and wear them. "...like every girl there is...something that hurts that I want...something I want to own..." I'm waiting for him to say, "it rubs the lotion on its skin"
CREEPY.
I don't think creepy when I read this....to me it sounds like this guy has some inner turmoil with his sex. Maybe he wants to be a she.
Like Flargy.
All you people professing your belief in Cod are a bunch of suckers. With any luck, you'll see the light one day. Then you, just like me and Rodney Anonymous, will believe in Swordfish.
I am at Addlestone Library right now! And the guy who wrote this is probably sitting behind me ...
With enough training, anyone can learn to draw and paint and print etc., but to actually make art does take talent. And this talent is judged. There's a reason why great art is called great and Thomas Kinkade is, well, not real art.
PS Charleston is a great place to be young! And ghosts are for the tourists.
To tired today to do anything but make a flippant comment.
I believe in Spam.
Flargy and Nadine, your comments made me think of the song "Wet Dream" by Kip Addotta.. Heelarious!!
http://www.themadmusicarchive.com/song_details (the link will probably break, but google it if you've never heard it... "I dropped a sand dollar in the jar for Jerry's squids.. just for the halibut..")
Hey Cubbie, if you registered your name you wouldn't have spam questions anymore and you could believe in yourself! Ha! Just a lil joke.
In my Sole, I believe in Turbot, but not when he's crusted and baked.
Or fried.
duuuudddde, I'm baked and fried (but not crusted.) why not? it's MY DaY!
Oh please...Flargy don't be such a guppy! Swordfish will get you to believe anything...they're quite poisonous I hear.
This find makes me feel so sad. It is probably because I lost someone close to me recently. Lately, I have been thinking about how much pain he was in and how I didn't know it until it was too late. He wanted to leave. I wish I would have asked him to stay.
Sorry for your loss miss gredenko.
lol near the end I thought it said, "I want to pwn"