everybody knows everybody else in this little place where i live and breathe. every corner you find yourself into, every sidewalk, every beer joint, someone is bound to recognize you - wave if you're pals, stare if you recognize each other's faces from sometime back... that sudden sensation of being choked, stolen of movable space, like a ball oscillating faster and faster inside a bottle slowly closing in on it. the panic can be nerve wracking. loners need space to breathe, freedom to move. open air to look up into the sky and not see heads looking down on him instead of stars. http://jeub.livejournal.com 
malfeasanceit always feels strange at a distance. seeing your reflection in a mirror from a few paces away, the image distorted by the uneven bending of light...but it is even stranger as you come closer, realizing that the person looking back at you is no... more
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You liar. You bitch. Unsai ta multiply? I'm so gonna bitch you when I see you. 