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[.:..The SeeR ..:.]
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Standing outside of the Last_Supper_Club on saturday night, a trendy spot with a strict dress code. The windows rattled to the repetitive beat of the low-quality, techno-pop pounding inside. The fresh foggy air felt great. and We steamed. She laughed.
I saw him walk by us. The corner of my eye witnessed him pause and turn around, then slowly walk toward us.
"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt your beautiful moment, but may I give you a compliment before I ask you for some money."
"Sure." I said and smiled. This was a new approach.
"You have a very beautiful wife and you make a very nice couple."
"Thank you." I now wonder how he knew we were married.
"I wonder if you could spare two dollars so I could get a cold beer."
I was caressing the soft, worn, one dollar bill I had folded in my pocket. "How about one dollar?" I handed it to him.
"Oh thank you very much!" He said, "You two have a wonderful evening."
"Thanks, you take care of yourself now,"
And then I said, "God Bless..."
To which he stopped and looked at me with the most intense eyes I've ever seen. I looked too, locked in eye contact.
"God Bless you sir." And he looked at both of us for a moment.
"May your children grow to be wise and filled with love.", was his blessing, very passionate, it gave me goosebumps.
Then He walked away.
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screwing for virginity
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the ancient greeks believed that you should alwase be nice to the poor no matter how odd or mean they were because it might be a god in disguise testing your soul.
if this is true, then i think you passed.
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daxle
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on the other hand, it may just be a hobby for a bored teenager who drives their parent's car down to telegraph or haight.
if people strike me i sometimes give them money... but i'm a lot more skeptical now living in this city full of 'bums' who look more well off than me.
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SuicidalAngel
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Mr. Wendell yeahhhhh
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misstree
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honesty, vibe... i have been the one bumming money, reading poetry to disinterested passerby to get nicotine, gas, food... i guard what little i have, but i bless all i can. gods in disguise? we are all gods.
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misstree
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the one that gave me a pack of cigs when i told him i had no change, but i would read him a poem... that same poem brightened the day of a gent who asked me twice in boulder while i was trolling for my own supper money. hooray.
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040401
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what's it to you?
who
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