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0 posted 2001-08-02 11:57 PM


9:09 on 9/09 you will wake up and want to call me. You won't want to want it though. You'll forget every memory of me sharing your dreams, deny that I even existed. You'll see the date flashing in your face and wonder why you didn't stay asleep, what could possibly be good about this day. And every time you wonder that you sink lower and lower into your personal hell. If anyone talks to you you'll brush them off or snap at them, preoccupied and terrified that you weren't thinking the right thing, that there wasn't enough time.

So you brush your teeth. It's written in the fog of your mirror. And you forget, rather to follow another path and forget the numbers because they spell crazy. You'll eat grapes and wonder if you're doing the right thing. You go down the street and pick berries. You hate to but something makes you want it. Something makes you wear what you're wearing today, subdued so everyone doesn't look at you.

And you'll run and you'll sweat and you'll think about the date, about how someone once told you you had to follow the sun and stars to lead you to your love. And in the day you will follow the sun because you always have, and you don't want to explore the darkness, you just want to tame it and befriend it by refusing to explode but each time you think it you have and will.

And you feel better now don't you? Because time and school and money just no longer exist. This is all you want to think about. You know you're searching, in the sun, for the date, for 9/09, for why the hell did you wake up today, and how long were you sleeping anyway? Was yesterday 9/08? Do you remember knowing what day it was, when the last time you remember was? When you could feel strong enough to remember? And everything else falls away, and you forget your parents, your friends, your papers, your food, your money, your home, the road, the mailboxes, the street signs, the cars, the lines on the road, how to blink. You follow the sun and you can't see anything but the sun, yellow and black and white light. And the numbers 9:09.

The alarm starts ringing and the clock is flashing out of the darkness. And you convince yourself that it never happened, you didn't wake up and get thrown back into bed, into your dark dark bedroom. And you'll get up and eat grapes and pick berries and you'll start to follow the sun, it peaks your interest and takes away the things falling away faster and faster and all you want is the sun to take all your pain away. And this time you won't wake up, you'll keep following the 9:09 and you'll keep fallowing asleep and you'll see more numbers... 2... 0... 7...

You won't sleep, you won't eat and you come to more and more roads and you'll know which ones to take, whichever ones lead you to me. You'll eat then, and you'll get lost in some other worlds, forget why you were running on this road. But you'll remember the numbers and you'll keep going and you'll forget everything else and you might have been sleeping ten minutes ago, you might have talked to someone for hours or years but you always snapped out of it and got back on the road, following the numbers in red on every few electric poles, on the ground, in the trees, in the sun. Written on your eyes now. You can't forget.

But you need sleep, you need to collapse in a phone booth. And there, falling to the floor, into the darkness, you'll see the numbers in red and you'll pick up the phone and dial and ask for me. And you'll know what to do then.

And maybe it won't happen until 9:09 on 9/09/09 but it will happen. In some life.

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1 posted 2001-08-03 09:45 PM



a hypnotizing and controlling piece....

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2 posted 2001-08-13 01:22 AM


I really enjoyed this... it's spontaneous, and that really lets it take hold of the reader. I didn't get bored- and I usually do.

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3 posted 2001-09-09 09:39 AM


Obsession,fixation.A great story of how we can be tormented.

paladin

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4 posted 2001-09-10 10:07 PM


Tormented and obsessession are words perfectly suited to describing this piece. The repeating, the endless admonitions they sound pyschotic, but make the piece oddly compelling. Good piece of writing  

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5 posted 2001-10-10 01:46 AM


This was an excellent piece that kept me reading until the very last word..trying to figure out what was happening. Very interesting read for sure. I enjoyed this.

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6 posted 2001-10-10 07:46 PM


A very interesting piece indeed.  Defenitely conveyd the confusion and desperasion/bewilderment.  Well done.

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