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Pray for Ricky Lewis.
I have no idea who Ricky Lewis is. An underlined name inside the front cover of a second-hand Bible I picked up somewhere a few years ago, maybe more, since I seem to feel time passing slower than it is.
Am I supposed to know Ricky Lewis?
Will I know him in the future? And what is the future? Is it an already planned timeline, dotted off segments of linear space like the ones I used to draw in History class? Really I would have to argue that my life, if laid out linearly, feels more like a cosign or secant with some tangents snuck in there.
He could actually look like the guy I see walking along the sidewalk everyday with the angry-pumpkin-eyes.
No.
Maybe Ricky's the tall, skinny pale guy. He and I pass on the sidewalk at odd times.
It's crossed my mind that he might be the Angel of Death.
"I've pigeon-holed him," I think.
Maybe not death at all. Maybe his skinny fingers and bald white head with the cigarette stuck in his pie-hole is the visage of utter bliss.
2 Comments:
the mystery of how our mind works ..
.. don't know why but the last few lines of ur post about the pigeon-holed ricky Lewis, with "his skinny fingers and bald white head with the cigarette stuck in his pie-hole" .. did inspire me to write abt it .
"the nicotine stained fingernail" .. ...
The way you write evokes a mind different than most any person. I like the random thoughts and the untried "camera angles" in your posts.
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