That Round Triangle Looking Thing Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now as we are nearing a popular spot in Uptown, people are rising and getting
ready to get off of the train. From their comfortable seat, they’ve risen to hold
onto a half rusted chrome pipe bolted to the ceiling, or a leather or fabric strap
hanging down. They’ve gotten up a little before their stop, because with the
amount of people standing, you want to make sure you make it out of the door
before the train operator closes the doors when he feels those that have gotten
off, have done such in a timely manner. As the door opens a few seconds after
you hear this voice from the speakers above, a mad rush of people exit the train
as if they were running for the last piece of chocolate in Mr. Wonka’s factory. In
the aftermath of this near, what could be fatal catastrophic event if something
isn’t in rhythm is something more if you are receptive to it. What I was receptive
to today, was a newspaper left by a passenger. A newspaper either left behind
by someone wanting to share the knowledge of it, or forgetting it because it
was something they already knew or wasn’t receptive to. A newspaper, that
was about to be my entertainment for the next few stops, as I now turn on my
music and groove to another “Moodsetter” compact disc, provided to me by the
cool people at The Panel radio show. You see little things like this, makes
me happy. Not the cars, materialistic things or designer this and that. A
newspaper. I know, its only fifty cents or a dollar, but somehow I get this
high in knowing I just got some recycled knowledge for free, and can
possibly use it in my favor to profit from its information. If not, I will maybe
leave it like the guy or girl before me, and pay it forward to the next person
that could hopefully gain another wrinkle in the ole noggen. Call me what
you want, but that lil’ somethin’ somethin’, gets me the hell off! Now back to
the theory. As I go to the sections in the newspaper I often frequent in
systematic order, I always for some reason, look near the back of the paper
at the singles ad. Its not like I’m interested or want to call one of the many
solicitors in the multi-million dollar media voice, but I like to read the
articles people write about themselves and what they are looking for. I
mean dam, what a selling tool. You, right there, in clear view for the
shopper to select or decline. What a world. Anyway, I get a kick out of
some of the things you can read, and how many if not all of them, wouldn’t
know what they wanted, if it came up to them and slapped the hell outta
them in broad daylight, and left a handprint with the words engrained into
their skin while they’re looking in the mirror. Okay, maybe not all of them,
but the majority I would say. Do you know what I’m talking about? You
know, man seeks woman, woman seeks man, a heshe seeks farm
animal, the same or mechanical device that speaks to them in a some
foreign language? You know, stuff like that. Where on the next page, they
have the almost perfectly looking models showing off their assets and
sexual qualities we all think are so inviting. You know, on the page where
below there are the 1-900 numbers, and directions to Eddies Escort and
Intimate Massage Service Center. The place that’s located down the
alleyway, next to the 24 hour Mexican and Chinese restaurant that sells
beer, lottery tickets, washing powder and takes food stamps and cashes
checks with no ID? You know, that place. Anyway, in reading but not
pretending to read them in front of the guy in front of me on the train, I’m
starting to giggle a bit in reflecting on the shit I used to say and do back in
the day. Things like, “ Looks are not important, and all you need is a great
personality”. Or things like, “ Needs to be financially secure to take care of
me and my needs, my four children and two pit bulls that I’m trying to breed
if I get some money to do so”. Things like that. But the ones that kills me, is
the ads where the woman is half naked, breast dam near hanging out and
her standing in front of a rented car in a bikini saying “ Communication and a
great smile is all I need”. All sorts of stuff, and now I’m wondering as I near
my stop, what do we all really want out of a mate, and what can we offer to
them and ourselves?
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now as we are nearing a popular spot in Uptown, people are rising and getting
ready to get off of the train. From their comfortable seat, they’ve risen to hold
onto a half rusted chrome pipe bolted to the ceiling, or a leather or fabric strap
hanging down. They’ve gotten up a little before their stop, because with the
amount of people standing, you want to make sure you make it out of the door
before the train operator closes the doors when he feels those that have gotten
off, have done such in a timely manner. As the door opens a few seconds after
you hear this voice from the speakers above, a mad rush of people exit the train
as if they were running for the last piece of chocolate in Mr. Wonka’s factory. In
the aftermath of this near, what could be fatal catastrophic event if something
isn’t in rhythm is something more if you are receptive to it. What I was receptive
to today, was a newspaper left by a passenger. A newspaper either left behind
by someone wanting to share the knowledge of it, or forgetting it because it
was something they already knew or wasn’t receptive to. A newspaper, that
was about to be my entertainment for the next few stops, as I now turn on my
music and groove to another “Moodsetter” compact disc, provided to me by the
cool people at The Panel radio show. You see little things like this, makes
me happy. Not the cars, materialistic things or designer this and that. A
newspaper. I know, its only fifty cents or a dollar, but somehow I get this
high in knowing I just got some recycled knowledge for free, and can
possibly use it in my favor to profit from its information. If not, I will maybe
leave it like the guy or girl before me, and pay it forward to the next person
that could hopefully gain another wrinkle in the ole noggen. Call me what
you want, but that lil’ somethin’ somethin’, gets me the hell off! Now back to
the theory. As I go to the sections in the newspaper I often frequent in
systematic order, I always for some reason, look near the back of the paper
at the singles ad. Its not like I’m interested or want to call one of the many
solicitors in the multi-million dollar media voice, but I like to read the
articles people write about themselves and what they are looking for. I
mean dam, what a selling tool. You, right there, in clear view for the
shopper to select or decline. What a world. Anyway, I get a kick out of
some of the things you can read, and how many if not all of them, wouldn’t
know what they wanted, if it came up to them and slapped the hell outta
them in broad daylight, and left a handprint with the words engrained into
their skin while they’re looking in the mirror. Okay, maybe not all of them,
but the majority I would say. Do you know what I’m talking about? You
know, man seeks woman, woman seeks man, a heshe seeks farm
animal, the same or mechanical device that speaks to them in a some
foreign language? You know, stuff like that. Where on the next page, they
have the almost perfectly looking models showing off their assets and
sexual qualities we all think are so inviting. You know, on the page where
below there are the 1-900 numbers, and directions to Eddies Escort and
Intimate Massage Service Center. The place that’s located down the
alleyway, next to the 24 hour Mexican and Chinese restaurant that sells
beer, lottery tickets, washing powder and takes food stamps and cashes
checks with no ID? You know, that place. Anyway, in reading but not
pretending to read them in front of the guy in front of me on the train, I’m
starting to giggle a bit in reflecting on the shit I used to say and do back in
the day. Things like, “ Looks are not important, and all you need is a great
personality”. Or things like, “ Needs to be financially secure to take care of
me and my needs, my four children and two pit bulls that I’m trying to breed
if I get some money to do so”. Things like that. But the ones that kills me, is
the ads where the woman is half naked, breast dam near hanging out and
her standing in front of a rented car in a bikini saying “ Communication and a
great smile is all I need”. All sorts of stuff, and now I’m wondering as I near
my stop, what do we all really want out of a mate, and what can we offer to
them and ourselves?