They called me "Mr. X, Indeed", the special ones that saw so deep inside
the souls of those who were so lonely. I was down beneath the bottom, when
my vacant staring caught them gaily parading up and down the
street-followed by some stinking ma**es, freeing fumes and giving ga**es
to the brown and nearly worn out air. But they had that certain presence
like the ether or the essence of the cleansing upper atmosphere. Laughing,
loving, and without a doubt, they simply strode about the streets that
other creatures left alone. I ran across, myself compulsive, with the
feeling of a pulsing drum that pounded underneath my skin. A tingling in
my tangled brain was screaming that this was insane, but it also told me,
"Touch it," too.
"Stand aside," I told the ma**es, and with that I made my pa**age frome
lonely to the only side. Openly they smiled to greet me, like they always
knew they'd meet me somewhere walking up and down the road. I knew I must
appear as someone far beyond the common come-on, so I could not say my nae
was Ed. So I said, "I'm Mr. X who wants to come and who expects to help
and guide your efforts to succeed." They laughed a little bit at me, and
then said, "Mr. X-Indeed," and hugged me somehow hard and tenderly.
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