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This is an unusual paragraph. I'm curious how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it. It looks so plain you would think nothing was wrong with it. In fact, nothing is wrong with it! It is unusual though. Study it, and think about it, but you still may not find anything odd. But if you work at it a bit, you might find out.

This Creativity Exchange was really fun for me. Without delay or patter, here it is. The picture is TheRacket's and the words are mine. You read that right, the photo is TheRacket's and the words are mine. (To see the other half of this exchange, make sure you visit TheRacket's world-wide home.) ((Link to come.))

 

 

 

  (espial thaumaturgy)

The space around the stem was magical. Two towering petal parasols made it twice so. Carol knew this without anyone teaching her and she was right about such things. Magic could always be found in and around small items. The only thing, she understood, was sometimes you had to get right down into the dirt to see it.

Looks like im in a mood again. Time to type as fast as these fingers will let me and let it all out. Wish me luck. Or wish me death. Either way works. Here goes.

I want something. Something good. Something big. Something REAL. A feeling? Time? A place? Someones heart? Grief? Darkness? The future? Something.... satisfying. Something that when I wake up in the morning, Ill be content. Not stress filled and tight. Its like every day I wake up, my teeth are clenched. Clenched so hard my teeth thrive for space. Thriving for something to get my jaw to fuck off and stop biting so bloody hard. Every once in a while my tongue gets in the way and my jaw relaxes for a bit... Wheres my tongue in this life? Is it somewhere out there? Waiting for me maybe. Sitting on a corner waiting for my exsistance trolly to pick it up so we can finally be complete together.. or did he miss the trolly? Was the  trolly going to fast for it to leap aboard? What if I ran him over and he's never to exsist again? Now every day I wake up In reaching toward a non-exsistant goal. Something that isnt even there. Im running toward it.. yet its dissapeared. Forever. What if thats the truth?

I want something physical and mental at the same time. A thrill. A rush. I want to be yanked from this life, and plunked somewhere else. Somewhere else far far away in a land that doesnt exsist to anyone thats an anybodys eye. Cept mine. I can see it. I can feel it. I can taste it. I can hear it. But I cant get to it. Somewhere out there theres a big grand adventure waiting for me to come and seize it. Its calling to me constantly but for some reason somethings holding me away from it. Or.. maybe somethings holding me back from it.

I want so many things at once Im not sure if its even possible to get them all. At the exact same second of my life (which this second would be forever in my time zone) I would be feeling, hearing, seeing, sensing, tasting, and smelling a scream so loud it rattled the water in my water logged tummy. A tear that was so hot and sticky as it irritated my pinky flesh. A kiss that flooded, melting the ice from my mouth and throat. A hug that was a little too tight forcing my lungs to work extra hard but satisfied my cheeks. A pound that rang throughout my body in agonizing unbearable pain. A heartbreak so brutal that removing the organ entirely seemed the only logical solution. An accomplishment that made me proud of who I am and who ive grown to be. A book so good my mind felt full and a big good burp followed the ending paragraph. A waterfall so silent and a rainbow so drum-blowingly loud. Colors that flooded over my entire body and stayed forever vibrant and fresh no matter how many times I took a shower. A laugh so pleasing warm tinglies would prick my hands and feet. The sight of the perfect beach chair, lemonade and umbrella included. The moths that flip around in my hand forever never giving up. The taste of art which always leaves a numbing wicked feeling like my tongue went into hibernation. Feeling wet grass between my fingers and licking the dew drops from my hand. An inticing conversation leaving me screaming questions until my head exploded. For that second, Id feel all the raw emotion possible.

I want something to stop. Time perhaps. The world would be on pause while I got as far away as I possibly could. Off the face of the earth entirely. Id go to my happy place. A place where nothing was wrong, and everything was right. Not perfect. Not like a photo. Just right. Right for me. Right for my standards of what Id want right to be. I wouldnt have to explain it. It would just be... right. Eveything down to what I looked like in reflections to what the trees smelled like. Every single thing would be just right. Maybe when I went back to my cage of reality, id realize how good reality is? How much I need it? Or maybe Id think the exact opposite. Maybe then and there Id realize what I wanted to do in the future. Who I want to BE. Maybe a someone like me has to get away. Far away as possible in order to survive. Sure.. most people survive but how many really live? Living isnt moving, breathing, relaxing, sleeping... living is being happy right where you are. Getting thrills that come from nowhere. Being able to die on the spot but not caring. Dieing knowing it doesnt matter because you were happy. For years, or even for minutes, living is the only way to be happy. To do what you want to do because you want to do it. May it be positive, may it be  negative, may it be unpredictably un called for. If I want to do it, I will do it because I want to live.

I want publicity but I want my thoughts to remain a secret. I want ice cream but I want to eat a salt lick. I want recognition but I want privacy. I want to be reasonable but I want everything done my way. I want friends but I only want to be with them when its convienent for me. I want sex but I sleep with my virginity. I want to scream but I want to cry. I want the day to come faster but I want the night to stay forever. I want my mittens but I want to swim. I want to get drunk and party but I want to lay down and sleep. I want a heart but I dont want it to get broken. I want to change my name but I love it. I want to tell the truth but the truth is I lie. I want to kiss a cow but I want to eat A & W. I want to be made of glass but I want to play football. I want to dance and I want to die. I want paper but I want a flame in my palm. I want long hair but I want to spike it. I want piercings but I hate tattoos. I want to live life everyday day by day but I want to belong. I want to be unpredicatable but I want reassurance. I want a mirror image of me but I want to be the one and only. I want to be famous but I want to be a stranger. I want to wear socks with sandles. I want to smoke but have crystal lungs. I want 3 boys but I only want a dog. I want to kiss but I want to mud wrestle. I want popcorn but I make steak. Most things dont make sense. But one that that makes sense to me, and maybe only. I want something...