Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
ahhh, a sunday morning read to shake the soul. i look over my shoulder.i laugh.great post!~robert.
Where have I been...Where am I now...Where am I going...I've traveled so far yet never left...I need to keep in touch with me.I can't seem to stay away from blogging with old/new friends, can I?
so you guys have the same problem with the post man... may i suggest you watch garbage collectors with binoculars:)
Thanks, Robert! So you’re part of the conspiracy too. I knew it all along.Janice, it’s true, there’s nothing like quitting to get you started again.Rahina, I sincerely appreciate your advice, but I’m doing that already.
Powerful paranoia. It gets to me too from time to time. And who said we were narcissistic?
The voices, Elisabeth, the voices. Oh, how I admire, love, and disdain them. (Alright, which one of you said that?)
"Paranoia strikes deep, into your life it will creep, it starts when you're always afraid, step outta line the man come and take you away." Ring a bell, Bill?
Well, Vassilis, for what it’s worth, it reminds me of a buffalo I met in Springfield.
*giggle*. But this really is common place for me. Seems I'm always the last to know. Ignorance is miss. And I do believe the mail carrier snoops.
Without a doubt. I spy on him enough to know.
God, this is a perfect way of describing paranoia; i've dealt with a lot of it lately for some reason. well done. and i'm always insecure to send letters because i know my mailman is judging me.
A funny post. I don't think my mailman spies on me though, he's a lazy person, but it can all just be an act...hmmm...Thanks for the heads up, William. I'm going to go keep an eye on him from now on. Write on!
Thanks, Samantha. I just thought of a remedy. Why not send yourself a postcard about the mailman? I think I just might try that myself.Vatche, you of all people should know the mailman is evil, or at the very least twisted in some way and completely untrustworthy. I urge you to view him with complete suspicion before it’s too late.
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