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Underground eXperts United
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[ Black and White ] [ By DisordeR ]
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Black and White
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The world is grey. I see everything as it is, people for who they are.
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Nothing escapes my eyes. I can't begin to comprehend the idea of color.
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Color seems like the perfect way to ruin beauty. They say contrast of colors
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make them more appealing. How can that compare with the two hundred fifty
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six thousand shades of grey I can distinguish? Why do people think contrast
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is based on color only? My people have names for each shade of grey. Nothing
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like these vague names people use for colors. In many cases people will call
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the same shade different names from what I can tell.
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The world is so vibrant through my eyes. My sight reaches out and goes
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beyond what they call "3-D". When I look at something, I can see it in true
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three dimensional visualization. Perhaps it is me seeing things for what
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they are, or being able to "look behind people." Beyond that I can see their
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feelings, their pheromones, their fears and more. With all of that showing,
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it is hard to hide what they are thinking. They see me as another of their
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kind, unable to see that my eyes are different. The fact that my eyes are a
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piercing gray with dark grey pupils would stand out in someone's mind.. or
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so I would think.
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Simple encounters in the street are so much more to me. Try to imagine it
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for a minute. To read their emotions, to see their uncertainty or perhaps
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their unfounded loathing based off simple appearance. Maybe read their
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curiosity in your mannerism, or their pure desire to get to know you better.
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Empathy for someone else they see, or disgust of someone near them, or pity
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on the street urchin at their feet.
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There are a lot of people that think they are in control of their outward
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visibility. They think that a straight face and calculated reaction will
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make them "unreadable" to others. What they fail to realize is that so many
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aspects of the human body betray them. Their pheromones give away their
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overall mood, feeling and desire. Even if they wrote their life story in a
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book for me, it would be more difficult to understand.
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I don't know why I am here. I don't know why I am different from you. I only
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know I am because of past awkward conversations about a piece of art, some
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new shirt, the color of a car or something as equally trivial. During those
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times I have to explain that I am "color blind" as they call it, and
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eventually agree that I am missing out on some supposed wondrous sight. The
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other person is always oblivious to the concept someone else can see or do
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something better than they. Their loss.
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Why am I here... perhaps my ability coupled with my desire to write, study
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and observe tells me something? Am I to be taking better notes on society?
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Write a thesis or book on my differences, or maybe describe a world so full
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of "color" from the eyes of someone who doesn't see them. Maybe to teach
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others that there is so much more to be seen than a simple "color?" That
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when focused, anyone could see everything else a person is saying whether
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they know it or not? Do I really know what the word "color" means? Can I?
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My search for the answers to who I am continue on. I am one of a kind thrown
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in a mix of such similar people, forced to question everything around me.
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Blessed and cursed at the same time, due to my superior sight. A life of
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research trying to answer these questions which plague me. I can only
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remember waking up from sleep, that day so long ago. It is just like waking
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up any other day, except I cannot remember anything before that. My research
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puts my origin as alien to your world. No previous records of beings like
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me, no mention of conditions or ailments that would explain my differences.
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With amusement I read of others plight to find someone so much like them.
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Could they fathom what kind of task that is for someone such as me?
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written by disorder <jericho@dimensional.com>
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for underground experts united 1998
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uXu #440 Underground eXperts United 1998 uXu #440
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Call KASTLEROCK -> +1-724-527-3749
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