Big wigs high up in the sky, casting their scorn down on the less-fortunate population. it makes the knees twinge with anger. its makes the eyes cast themselves downward. as if eyes could make choices of their own! a silly thought, surely, but what if they really could make their own choices? what would they choose and how would they choose it? would they latch on to the first thing that fit their fancy, such as a scantily clad woman or a slice of red velvet cake? or would they use reason in their choices? "oh, that lass has a nice behind but i must not stare because her boyfriend looks like hulk hogan!" what if the eyes got too caught up in editing their selections? what a bore that would be! "No, don't look at the cheesecake because it will send a message to the stomach saying 'eat, eat, eat' and this body does not need any more fat food." the eyes might have to detach themselves. move on. live independently from the body. become fry cooks at a fast food restaurant just so the rent can be paid. buy little shoes to house the eyes and keep dirt from sticking to them. they would miss the body, but their despair would be lessened because they had each other. not much, but better than being alone. little dull conversations that lack meat but still, better than silence. "how was your day, righty?" "good, lefty, i purchased a new contact today and the burden of being without body is really starting to lighten. i think im going to be okay."
"that's swell to hear righty," says lefty. "i'm glad we talked."
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