Come one, come all, to see the headless bodies !!!
No one sees me. I am just a figment of imgaination. Everything and anything is seen before me.
Sometimes I find myself bumping into ramndom people to remind them that I exist.
And other days, "you're constantly being bumped against by those of poor vision."
@#$*&
One night I was walking home and pumped into someone. He was tall, and had blonde hair. he could clerly see me but he knew that I was Black. "Perhaps because of the near darkness he saw me and called me an insulting name" "I sprang at him".
In the heat of the moment I pulled out my knife, "prepared to slit his throat, right there beneath thelamplight in the deserted street"
I couldn't help but be upset at him to cursing at me and calling me degrating names.
["...as the lights of a car stabbed through the darkness. He lay there, moaning on the asphalt."
I began walking home. This man was almost was killed by "a phantum". This made me feel ashamed. Then a feeling inside me gave me the urge to laugh. I began to run home in an histaric manner.