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The face in my office.

Posted on 2011.04.06 at 13:21
Current Location: My office.
Current Mood: crushedcrushed
Current Music: Brandenburg Concerto 2
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There is a face that watches me when I work.  This face does not move, an artistic expression and it knows me through and through.  It watches me when I cannot fathom my suffering; it knows and delights in my perpetual breakdown day after day.  Coy vixen, you lower your eyes in that way.  I try demeaning you to escape my torment—in vain.  You still smile and watch and watch and watch.  Your voyeuristic pleasure derived from my meltdown.  I try explaining your cruelty with consanguinity.  I try explaining your consanguinity due to genetic drift.  All for not; my feeble attempts at breaking your self-esteem fail one by one.  My tactics crumble around me and you still smile.

Foiled again.



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