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1888

Lindsay K Beardall

As I prowl the nights of London
the air is diffuse with
heavy despair.
The lamps flicker, casting
their muted glow on
the dirty street.
A cacophony of noise
reverberates against
the windows and boards of
dilapidated buildings,
nearly shanties.
Feline
Canine
Infant
Laughter
Anger
Clatter
Susurrus.
White Noise.
The vermilion feeling
on the brink
inside me
threatens to spill over onto
the broken cobblestones.
I need to cleanse
this city.
My disgust nearly
overwhelms me.
The papers have it
wrong.
Justified cleansing of
wrongful acts is not
‘terrorizing’.
Their own
guilt
is what makes them
afraid.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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Lindsay K Beardall

There isn't really much to me. I like to sit and watch and listen to people. I observe more than interact, but don't get me wrong, I love to socialize. I just don't seek to be the center of attention all the time. I love reading, writing, and learning. I am working toward several degrees in Anthropology. Sometimes I love people, sometimes I hate people. I'm terrified of sharks and utterly despise barbecue sauce. What else...I'm very much a Gemini, my Love Language is Quality Time, and according to Myers-Briggs/Jung/Keirsey tests, I'm an INFP or an Idealist/Healer. With that, you'll know everything there is to know about me. Google it, fool.Also, if I didn't write, I'd probably die. more…

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