he secretly boasted himself by making it seem like he was talking about someone else. he was just trying to break the ice. then someone else gave him back his wallet after googling his address. Not omnipresence but you could find specific porn on purpose. Which kinda made omnipresence come off like a kinda creepy ’cause you can’t snoop around that search history.
Hid a lion inside of a guitar case once, and it pissed inside. sowwie. Always thought it was kinda cool how he knew when animals rolled their eyes at him like he’d told a cheesy joke. he was surgical when it came to making jokes. he’d have you dissected and stapled back up with your own breath and you’d laugh and ask him to do it again with a smile. Not a superpower like x-ray vision, but walked on dark air once over a park. sober.
he spoke like a sailor timidly born with sea-sickness. walked through cities in the dark in a heavy rain and was glad he didn’t have underwear on at some point as he found his way home. Angels, demons and longed spirits hadn’t whispered creepy satanic cliche’s in his ear. they scared him with “boo!” and teased him when he flinched, like bullies or bratty siblings. they hounded and howled through his sanity and left it holy forged like a moth-eaten sweater. pressed him like a knuckle to the brink of cracking and he cried because he went ahead and finished with a snap, like he had stayed calm for nothing and kiled his own friends. then he started pressing himself before they came back to haunt. he just became calm, like something in him had died or transformed. when he got bored sometimes and there was no one left around to believe in him, he’d whisper creepy satanic shit and tried to frame it on another spirit. Like farting in an elevator, which, he never did. farts were personal and he didn’t share them openly with strangers, clutched them tight like a lady was present. He told his secrets away and sang jokes instead, and sharpened his honesty like a shiv.
When he began a sentence with, “i think,’ he was lying and stalling for effect. Nobody started the next sentence with the name of the only other person they spoke with. you can’t proclaim something is funny before you say it, that don’t work! (he practiced stabbing in front of everyone) he held his breath when he heard one of his names move. they tried to smoke him out by poking him. he was buried in an unlucky month on the last day of water bearers. grew up drowning and filling up drinks for people that needed it like that waiter with an extra napkin earning that tip. he smelled of fermented junipers, bacon and pizza. he stayed fit by getting trashed and rehearsing jokes into a mumble as he blacked out. then he bought a cute watch he noticed later, and ran through time to find a reason not to kill himself because he picked his nose as he watched the scythe close through the air at him again like a rhetoric. *walks away.* nowhere specific.
waltzed to the apocalypse after a few bus transfers on the bus. the last line of the night. he walked straight down the middle of the street with light steps over the black asphalt like a rolled out black carpet. he’d tumbled on it not long ago and misplaced the color of his kidneys as he dusted himself and straightened up ironically, because he watched how hard it was to cheer himself up like he used to, and shouted at a woman that looked like his mother. the street still dark with streetlamps flickering like gossip as he lit the other half of a cigarette he’d saved, like he was gonna try introducing himself to the girl in the other aisle.
a breath. and people fell in love behind him in the rear-view and how in love by how grateful they are to have plans with someone. I wasn’t the right kind of clumsy. sorta tip-toed around it with an “excuse me,” twitched as i stepped over the heartbroken. “I said, ‘excuse me! kinda.'” i testified as i was afraid they thought i was ignoring them.
One time i started a sentence with, “i know i’m not jesus!” instead of “argh!!!!” or “fuck!!” or “shit!!” and forgot what to say after. knew a jesse once but they stopped asking about him after a while. everyone that knew that name drifted somewhere until. (oh yeah, i flipped the record over the other day.)
*note; spotted a detonator earlier, by the secret trap door we used to use to get off-campus