Of love and limbs
From tip to toe
Beating rhythmically
To a slow exhale
Free to breathe
And free to see
Rods and cones mingle
A lover's dance instantly
A kiss defined biologically
Curves felt ergonomically
Eyes cracked partially
Vibrant blue explosions
Meet a simple brown reflection
A Kaleidoscopic meeting
Of tense minds and deaf ears
With similar intention
But slight variation
Epidermis pressed
Whisper forgotten Latin
A follicle mess
Between barriers of satin
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
The acetone smells good today.
Like a new start
Wiping away the paint and dirt
The pungent smell leaves the nose clear and open
A reminder of what it feels like to be a baby
So toxic and freeing
A paradox of simple proportions
Of cigarettes on a playground
Of cops and robbers
As is if a blank canvas looked like the cystine chapel
Because today.. it does
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
my first attempt at dialogue
He grasped her hand and pulled her up from the pile of dirt she was laying in.
"Hi, my name is Gabriel." he said with a peculiarly grim smile.
"Thanks for the hand, I'm Sasha." she said through a smile equally as foreboding.
Times had been difficult since the comet hit. Mutant creatures eerily reminiscent of those from movies like Dawn of the Dead had been spotted all over the globe since the 29th of January. The scientists said it would only be a 50/50 chance that the comet would hit the Earth, but apparently the math and perceived consequences had been way off.
"So where did you call home?" he said trying to hold some attempt at a conversation.
"Well, I'm originally I'm from California, but I transferred to school here in Arizona right before the incident."
Gabriel stopped.
"You know... had it not been for the comet I would have been finishing up my last semester at Arizona State." he said gritting his teeth and chuckling with a ferocity that his eyes seemed to light up with a fiery red hue.
Noting his madness she realized her error and attempted to salvage this newfound relationship.
"So.. I bet you're wondering why I was in the dirt there, eh?" she said.
"Now that I think of it, why were you?" he said befuddled
"Well, I was with my boyfriend, but we were attacked.."
"BY WHAT?" Gabriel shouted
"Well... I think it was a pack of..."
"ZOMBIES?!"
"Well... maybe?"
Attempting to calm down, Gabriel sat down to process what he had just heard. He noticed a small red stain on her left jacket sleeve just above her elbow.
"What's the blood on your arm from?" he asked in an almost overly peaceful manner
She thought for a second, then said "I think maybe one of them bit me back there, but I think I'll be alright.. I mean.. its not a big deal.."
"I'm sure you're right..." he said, still calm and collected "we better start moving before they catch up to us."
Nodding her head she agreed, "I'd say lets go back for my boyfriend, but who cares.. we were only dating for a couple weeks."
He appreciated her attempt at humor and pushed her forward to start the journey.
Shortly after they started their trek he started to think.. if they are zombies, then how long does she have? The back of his mind began playing scenes from Shaun of the dead and 28 Days Later on a seeming loop. He knew what he had to do.
"I'm sorry." he said with the same calmness as before
"about what?" she said, turning around to see what the apology was directed towards
Gabriel's hand rested on the leather-bound grip of his newly-sharpened machete and all in one motion he unsheathed the weapon and hacked into her skull like a kid recklessly carving a pumpkin on the night of Halloween. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and his heart beat so fast it felt about to burst. After the deed was done he crouched down and caressed the few strands of hair she had left.
"I'm sorry, but the only thing I hate more than sorority chicks are sorority chicks who've been bitten by zombies."
"Hi, my name is Gabriel." he said with a peculiarly grim smile.
"Thanks for the hand, I'm Sasha." she said through a smile equally as foreboding.
Times had been difficult since the comet hit. Mutant creatures eerily reminiscent of those from movies like Dawn of the Dead had been spotted all over the globe since the 29th of January. The scientists said it would only be a 50/50 chance that the comet would hit the Earth, but apparently the math and perceived consequences had been way off.
"So where did you call home?" he said trying to hold some attempt at a conversation.
"Well, I'm originally I'm from California, but I transferred to school here in Arizona right before the incident."
Gabriel stopped.
"You know... had it not been for the comet I would have been finishing up my last semester at Arizona State." he said gritting his teeth and chuckling with a ferocity that his eyes seemed to light up with a fiery red hue.
Noting his madness she realized her error and attempted to salvage this newfound relationship.
"So.. I bet you're wondering why I was in the dirt there, eh?" she said.
"Now that I think of it, why were you?" he said befuddled
"Well, I was with my boyfriend, but we were attacked.."
"BY WHAT?" Gabriel shouted
"Well... I think it was a pack of..."
"ZOMBIES?!"
"Well... maybe?"
Attempting to calm down, Gabriel sat down to process what he had just heard. He noticed a small red stain on her left jacket sleeve just above her elbow.
"What's the blood on your arm from?" he asked in an almost overly peaceful manner
She thought for a second, then said "I think maybe one of them bit me back there, but I think I'll be alright.. I mean.. its not a big deal.."
"I'm sure you're right..." he said, still calm and collected "we better start moving before they catch up to us."
Nodding her head she agreed, "I'd say lets go back for my boyfriend, but who cares.. we were only dating for a couple weeks."
He appreciated her attempt at humor and pushed her forward to start the journey.
Shortly after they started their trek he started to think.. if they are zombies, then how long does she have? The back of his mind began playing scenes from Shaun of the dead and 28 Days Later on a seeming loop. He knew what he had to do.
"I'm sorry." he said with the same calmness as before
"about what?" she said, turning around to see what the apology was directed towards
Gabriel's hand rested on the leather-bound grip of his newly-sharpened machete and all in one motion he unsheathed the weapon and hacked into her skull like a kid recklessly carving a pumpkin on the night of Halloween. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and his heart beat so fast it felt about to burst. After the deed was done he crouched down and caressed the few strands of hair she had left.
"I'm sorry, but the only thing I hate more than sorority chicks are sorority chicks who've been bitten by zombies."
Friday, January 18, 2008
Some stream of consciousness
As I starting point a almost began writing stuff I had already written in my journal, but decided against it. I wonder how different my stream of consciousness is on computer than on paper. Its probably a lot lengthier due to the fact I can type way faster and it doesn't hurt my hand as much. Either way I will try to express my thoughts without anything getting in the way. Today I sat at school for about 5 hours because I was supposed to start work today, but some shit happened and I can't start until Monday. Carpooling kills. Thats kind of funny in a logical way. I mean.. the more people in a car during a car accident, the bigger the possibility of more people dying. That sentence wasn't constructed so well, but who gives a shit.. ITS MY BRAIN! That reminds me of something I always wanted as a kid. I'm not sure why it was so appealing considering I didn't like Jello, but I always wanted a brain-shaped Jello mold. I suppose that would fit into the same vein as creepy crawler machines and easy bake ovens. They should really bring back creepy crawler machines. Those things were honestly the most creative and fun thing to do as a kid. I don't care if the bulb burns my kid. Honestly... it won't kill you unless you confuse it for a rectal thermometer or a pacemaker in which case they should probably put an age limit on the damn thing. Speaking of age limits. I hate old people. Fuck them. I don't know why but every single thing they do pisses me off. Whether its the sound they make when they eat, the way they talk to you in such a condescending manner, or just their seeming lack of common sense, I just can't stand them. Strolling around in their walkers.. complaining any time they can. AHHHH!!!! I know I'm stereotyping, but if we could just cut off their existence at 65 years old I'd be soooo happy! Unless the 65 year old was half man-half dinosaur, then they can live forever and be tested to help improve mankind. I know if I was a pterodactyl I would play tricks on people like swoop their baby up and then set it on a roof or maybe steal people's frisbees mid-toss. If I could transform between a pterodactyl and a human I would probably let a baseball player hire me to catch balls so they call it a home-run. I'd not only be rich, but I'd be a superstar athlete in my own mind. As a pterodactyl it might be hard to swish mouthwash around due to the shape of your mouth. It seems like a mixture of both a mouth and a beak with awesome teeth to rip apart small animals. If I was a t-rex I think I'd go eat shepherds. That way, their sheep could run free over the hills and nobody would really get terrified of me because shepherds generally work in the middle of nowhere. If I lived during the age of the Bible I'd probably have fucked over a lot of religions because I believe a lot of important people were shepherds back in the day. mmm... sheep.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Proof
Its 11:30 pm.
Captivate me.
I want to squeeze your face and see wide eyes.
I want to see a green ring cut into thin sectors and a pupil so small you could squeeze an atom out if the room just gets a bit brighter.
Taste the fruit.
Take the medicine.
Feel your toes curl and your weight cease to matter.
Feel your worries vanish.
Feel your wings flap and your feathers shine.
Feel the black reproduce beneath your lids.
Make your whites disappear and lend the black your wings.
Let the crow go and your torso fall.
Watch the crow as the crow flies; from above.
Chart its course.
Check the time.
In six or seven hours you'll be just fine.
Arizona to Malaysia to Mars.
From mountaintops to crowded rooms with pulsating lights.
Watch the bird get the worm.
See as its mouth opens.
Inside you could find the same bright wide eyes you owned.
Cut into tiny green sectors with a pupil so small your could squeeze an atom out, but this time the room is a little bit brighter out of its own accord.
So you do squeeze the atom out.
You hold it in your hand and watch it blossom into a fledgling planet.
In fact; the same one you're on.
Spin the globe in your hand.
Imitate the sun making its daily course.
God of a planet in your own mind in your own body on the same planet represented in your hands.
Split the water.
Walk through.
Hear it crash behind you.
You are Moses and you are Moses's God.
God of a planet in your own mind.
Formed by past experiences.
Created by synapses.
In your own brain.
Housed in your own thick skull.
Placed at the top of your own weak spine.
Which makes up the central nervous system of your own limp body.
Laying on your own couch.
In your own world.
Made by your own God.
Stand up.
Feel the breeze.
Feel at ease.
Its 6:30am.
Captivate me.
I want to squeeze your face and see wide eyes.
I want to see a green ring cut into thin sectors and a pupil so small you could squeeze an atom out if the room just gets a bit brighter.
Taste the fruit.
Take the medicine.
Feel your toes curl and your weight cease to matter.
Feel your worries vanish.
Feel your wings flap and your feathers shine.
Feel the black reproduce beneath your lids.
Make your whites disappear and lend the black your wings.
Let the crow go and your torso fall.
Watch the crow as the crow flies; from above.
Chart its course.
Check the time.
In six or seven hours you'll be just fine.
Arizona to Malaysia to Mars.
From mountaintops to crowded rooms with pulsating lights.
Watch the bird get the worm.
See as its mouth opens.
Inside you could find the same bright wide eyes you owned.
Cut into tiny green sectors with a pupil so small your could squeeze an atom out, but this time the room is a little bit brighter out of its own accord.
So you do squeeze the atom out.
You hold it in your hand and watch it blossom into a fledgling planet.
In fact; the same one you're on.
Spin the globe in your hand.
Imitate the sun making its daily course.
God of a planet in your own mind in your own body on the same planet represented in your hands.
Split the water.
Walk through.
Hear it crash behind you.
You are Moses and you are Moses's God.
God of a planet in your own mind.
Formed by past experiences.
Created by synapses.
In your own brain.
Housed in your own thick skull.
Placed at the top of your own weak spine.
Which makes up the central nervous system of your own limp body.
Laying on your own couch.
In your own world.
Made by your own God.
Stand up.
Feel the breeze.
Feel at ease.
Its 6:30am.
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