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one on one conversationsHello says one, another says none, all the while talking to others.
(Red)This is how you should say it according to that, if they do this, but not if they do that.
(Blue) But not according to that.
(Green) but if they said that, it could mean that, according to the context of that.
(Purple, but you if you say that and they did that, that could be perfectly fine to say.
(Blue) but if you do that it could cause that and end the conversation today.
Hello, how are you doing today?
Playing a part in an every day play.
No choice to be given, no casting call.
Just take the part, don't drop the ball.
This costume's not right, doesn't fit me at all.
But continue the part to please them all.
The part now done, but no curtain call.
A temporary escape to a world of Ethernet and pixel walls.
The moon is out, the day is done, its time to rest.
Tomorrow you will do your best
To please the rest.
At the expense of your identity.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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