Mr. Nobody. Real life, fake lotus. nBreak focus. Way too normal to take notice. nWomen and rage. Sugar, salt, cinnamon, sage. nThe city throbs. Endless shitty jobs and minimum wage. nIt’s nonsense. Flashy patterns, polka dots and gold checkers nCold efforts. Avid collector of old records. nMostly poor. Little things you have to look closely for. nI hate kids and standing in line at the grocery store. nI’m divorced. Exile enforced. New fears nA few beers. I haven’t had sex in over two years. nI’ve tried to trust. It’s useless. I wallow in my disgust. nWhy discuss it? No car, I ride the bus. nSteel doesn’t decide to rust it just does. nWords written out with your finger where the dust was. nCliché. He-say she-say. So funny nForgot to laugh. Go study. Call me Mr. Nobody. n nThe invisible man. nI’m hiding in the bushes. nThe invisible man. nI’m stewing in my own juices nThe invisible man. nWriting letters to the editor. nThe invisible man. nRiding a bike with a flat tire... n nUnfurled young girl. Stand up. Strike back. nGet dressed. Don’t hold yourself open like that, nIt’s terrible. Carryin on. Precarious position. nJumpin’, kissin’. I look in your eyes and I see that something’s missing. nYou’ve been punished, brainwashed. Pain squashed, nHaunted and hunted. You could have had anyting you wanted. nNow you’re ruined. Screwing around with a villain. nIf I ever find out who did this to you, I swear to God, I kill him. n nThe invisible man. nI’m hiding in the bushes. nThe invisible man. nI’m stewing in my own juices. nThe invisible man. nWriting letters to the editor. nThe invisible man. nRiding a bike with a flat tire...