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Chairs
Chairs have always horrified me. It's the way they are so still and silent. Sometimes you can almost imagine somebody there. I have four chairs in my bedsit.
C C C C They are placed like that, above. One morning I got up and I found them like this. C C C C As you can imagine, this freaked me out! I did not move them, nobody could have moved them! If I ever set them out in a different order, they can change the events of the day radically. I once placed the top chair on its back and went out, and immediately I found I couldn't talk to people. Another time I put a chair on top of another and then went out and a blown about newspaper got wrapped around my leg. Sometimes I turn off the light and I switch it back on again quickly to see if I catch them move. I would get rid of them, but they are very comfy chairs. |
Somehow, it's just not quite the same when we know who it is...
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I wish my life was as interesting as yours. To me, a chair has always just been an immobile piece of furniture that you simply sit on. Fucking rip-off...
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sometimes in the middle of the night i peek out from underneath my comforter to look at my desk chair, to make sure satans not sitting in it staring at me sleep.
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I agree.....you screwed up Posh.:mad:
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Who is it?
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Oh :( I wanted it to be a creepy old guy or something
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He probably is. ;) :D |
Haha maybe..
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to think that we have to sit where other asses have been. And OH BOI!!! there are some pretty evil asses out there.. :o |
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its the silent ones we must fear the most |
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True that. The ones with sound, only makes you frown. |
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Or giggle :D |
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But seriously, Posh - You're a good writer. Reminds me a little bit of the short stories of JD Salinger (not THIS thread, per se, but some of the other ones). |
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