I Wish I Had a Little Shadow Girl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: January 08, 2017

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I Wish I Had a Little Shadow Girl

 

And in the Churches of masses, the Pews, they prayed and gathered, outside the old lady fed the pigeons, on the other side of the town.  The man in camoflague gathered in the tree, and the boy sitting on the ground was struck by the invisible man.  Funny, he was so normal when he was asked for just a pleasant conversation and as the man disappeared the invisible man laughed and said "he can't even see me."  Then I got arrested, just because I wasn't used to see, invisible men dressed in sweat pants and standard street gear.  Usually the invisible men show up naked, this one totally caught me off guard.

And in the Churches of masses, the Pews, they prayed and gathered, outside the old lady fed the pigeons, on the other side of town.  The pews were stuffy before the service.  To me it was an uncomfortable feeling, all of the sin that was running through my mind.  And in the churches they prayed and in the concerts they sang and in  the trees the men in the camoflague they would stay and just sit there, all in their camoflauge but they knew that you could see them just the same if you looked at them not that hard, cuz there was a gap in the tree.  And you could imagine a colorful one just tackling you.  I didn't know that the camoflauge men in the tree would not only paint their face but wear that new colorful camoflauge sunglasses as well.  And in the concerts they sang, and on the street corner outside at the market the man would run by with a loaded needle and prick the kid so that he would think that he was high on hero sauce, or was that just a knife.  All the lights would get all fluffy and you would think that you were inside the church, but it was night and stuff and that doesn't just happen unless you are a regular with good attendance.  So he walked to his place, all high on the hero sauce and not yet knowing that someday he would imagine the angels behind him gathered standing all stone like in color, ya' know the cinder block color before you spray painted it and put those pieces of wood on them to prop up your old record player.  There they were just gathered, behind you in file, all the dark ominous one's, except those two, Grandpa and his soldier.  Sitting there in the dark, they in the moonlight all cluttered in their beauty and regarb.  They didn't know that one day you would just bend the metal, with your hands and see a soldier sitting in the tree and hear the call and say that it was god just to make it easier on yourself.  A very trusting relationship, ha ha, all they can do is send me electronic mail, and I imagined all the gadgetry around me that some day I would make an acre sized cell phone in my shop and feel well all the same cuz I was retired from menacing the people with my hideous words and reguard myself as some non creative uninspired type of person that could communicate well becuase I used an old cell phone for the number pad, or maybe I would have one of those old spin dial phones because I don't run very fast.  Be a thread barn.

And in the Churches of masses, the Pews, they prayed and gathered, outside the old lady fed the pigeons, on the other side of town.  And in the night you would be a confidant of the old man, the one that was in front of the other angels, the one that you knew.  He would always look so disappointed in me and I wonder why, just different times I guess.  It's tough to be an angel when you have so many people to command, all in file.  But there was a bus wait, I had to catch the bus in the fluffy lights because I needed to get somewhere, somewhere back home, somewhere that a bus would go close enough to.  I happened to live by a bus stop.

And she grabbed a little pen knife the shadow girl, the one with the red lips and slid away all sexy like right into the corner, actually just blended back into the wall because she was a shadow girl, hope my Dad was alright, he looked real concerned though and the new dog barked, we just got it out of the package.  And the light girl, I sort of wanted to have sex with her also, ah well but you would just probably burn up in the sun if you touched her, cuz she was made of the sun, I am pretty sure, I mean she was like the opposite of the shadow girl so I am pretty sure that you would just maybe at least feel all warm if you touched her, she pointed at me I seen it.  So if you ever just see me sitting in the corner of a room and looking into all the corners of the room when we walk in you'll know I am just checking for shadow girl, I sort of liked her better, with her sexy red lips and her little pen-knife, she sort of looked like my ex-girlfriend anyhow.

So why ... why did you do it ... there's a trail as thick as molasses and it all leads right back to you, with your little shadow girl story and your guy in the tree thing and the bending of the metals.  Yeah but I heard the drums the way that they sounded, it was night and yeah I probably got arrested again but at least I paid em' for gas this time.  So your trying to tell me that after all of this you little public younger drunkard that your a good person, after all of this, I could most certainly believe you but lets talk this over.  What about those nuclear allergies and why did your socks melt in that hospital.  Cracking the pills, how many I need to know, how many, I need to know now, if I turned this spaceship into a cosmaneat and burned it down into pills could I help you.  So let's stack those.


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