May 2012
10 posts
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Finally
“Hello, I’m sorry for how long it’s taken to follow-up regarding your [redacted] submission. Our editors have carefully reviewed your submission of ‘Before the Dust Can Settle,’ and it has not been selected for inclusion in [redacted]. Thank you very much for giving us the opportunity to consider it.”
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the way the world walks
within
without
whippoorwill
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And All the World
swirls toward
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April 2012
5 posts
1 tag
everything
is
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&cWWttRaWS:Misc2
Her melodious voice carries across the river, hits the shore, bounces back, and I throw my laughter up to the sky. For a brief moment I wonder how far the wave will reverberate. Will it make it to the atmosphere and disintegrate when it runs out of matter to shake? Does it stop when it collides with the edge of this bubble I have created for myself…this place, this time, this moment, in...
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The Art of Standing Still: A Snippet, Degenerating...
And now, he surmises, his life is but an infinitesimal dot, forever retreating toward a black hole from which he cannot escape not even his light sof or otherwise forever.
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The Art of Standing Still: A Snippet, Degenerating...
And now, he surmises, his life has dwindled toward a mere ballyhoo, a series of self-aggrandizing movements and gestures, a whirlwind of atoms crashing and swirling and dying and giving birth to new events that gyrate every which way until the line is no longer a line but an amalgamation, an amoebae shaped thing with no eyes forward or back.
March 2012
12 posts
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&c 14 (u)
I am I. I am here. I am a swirling amalgamation of matter and energy and light and the ever expanse of and yet it moves.
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&c 13 (tHtOHB miscellany)
—and now their pace is at that good speed where leaves & branches pass with ample time to send forth their radiant glow into their dark eyes, smells of mold and of death sting their noses as their feet patter on by, advancing, it seems, with each step toward the end where they know, in their hearts, they will come face to face with Death in his scythe-wielding glory, clutching within his...
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&cWWttRaWS:
Static rises. Static falls. Perception gives weight to the incalculable pattern scattered amongst the emptiness. Collisions. Vibrations. Noise. I muster everything I can to reach out and make sense of a thing where none naturally lies. Electricity firing. Magnets enacting their force. I feel pulled downward on a slope descending ever further. I am weightless. She calls to me and I hear her,...
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Dream on the Night of 11/1/08
Mansion in field. Trying to infiltrate. Running though corn field, buildings, farm, etc. Electric fence, alarm triggered, airport lights: blue, red, white, all going off. Alarms. … Dirty window…insect…cards…oversized insects. Missing a person. Can’t find them. … Yellow paper, barn, etc. … Car, police, ???
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Dream on the Night of Always
Everything is red and blue and so far away.
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Dream on the Night of 10/27/08 at 3:00 am
Began talking with dragon/fish type figure, me explaining that it was 3am and I had been drinking, and it couldn’t have everything. It said that we would keep on going with the initiation. Red dragon outside the van. Small, Chinese dragon. In Eau Claire, raining, walking through the street. Ended up at Racy’s. Different Racy’s (again), in a small facility on water street. It was...
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numbers are letters too
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two. Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-six. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty....
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The Art of Standing Still: A Partial Introduction:...
The sun pours through a window, specks of weightless dust shining in their eternal suspension. Hovering. The edges of light are pronounced. The sound of electricity lingers. A straight line, vibrating sharply, yet subtly, quiet but ever present. Humming. The hum resides within and without the room, origin muffled behind an amalgamation of patterns colliding, crashing, becoming one presence of...
Arcane Aviary Portents That Are Of No Help →
yourweek:
That Hawk in flight clutching the writhing livid serpent above the highway where you’re stuck in traffic on the hot spring pavement is particularly propitious and probably means your armies should advance beyond the Rhine into the dark mist shrouded winter forests of Gaul. But you don’t care. Or the little chickadee that comes to your windows at night to tap his beak politely across...
February 2012
2 posts
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January 2012
5 posts
4 tags
The War of the Weirdos
I wrote this when 1993 was the future (which means I was likely anywhere between 8 to 10 years old at the time of its creation). Everything below is exactly as I typed it then, spelling mistakes, etc., all intact.
Well, I’m going to tell you an adventure that happened in 1993. Justin, my friend, and I called it “The War of the Weirdos”. Thats what I’m going telling you about. It happened...
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We Walk to the River and We Sit: Part V
(Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV)
“Oh I don’t know. Paint a picture, read a book, travel, meet people. No, god, those are so generic. I want to stand at the base of the ocean at sunrise, feel my feet sink into the sand as the morning warmth hits me. I want to look into space and know the names of all the constellations. I want to reach into history and know why they’re important. And I do want...
WatchYouth Lagoon - July
December 2011
10 posts
Watchemikaninja:
Hej people, a little improv recording iPhone stylee to say Happy Christmas and happy new year!
hugs
Emika
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&c 12 (BtDCS miscellany)
“I dream of metal and water and red that flows from my arms and legs. It smells like iron and soap. A breeze blows through, calling me. I see myself as myself, weightless, without hope. I don’t close my eyes. I want to see the devastation this hand will create. I want to see flesh open and separate, blood vessels exposed, crying for life as they are extinguished, left dried and wanting. Does...
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&c 11 (The Somnambulist miscellany)
“Standing here, I am somewhat tired, but mostly delirious…or tired…or delirious, but probably tired. I can feel the cold tiles beneath my feet. Feel the dust and grime lodged within the cracks that has formed over years of neglect. There is moving air here. It is somewhat cold, but mostly refreshing. I must have left the window open again. A window in a bathroom. It is...
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&c 10 (The Somnambulist miscellany)
“He stands and begins to walk away, wondering what he did with the man’s eye, wondering why he still wonders.”
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We Walk to the River and We Sit: Part IV
(Part I, Part II, Part III)
“Yeah, yeah, fine. Scatterbrained. I’ll take it.”
“See!” “What?” “Even then you were thinking about something else, weren’t you?” “When?” “In that fit of laughter I saw you stop for a moment, staring at the sky, smiling.” “Did I? Guilty as charged then, I guess.” “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easily! What was it? What made you stop?” “What...
November 2011
3 posts
&c 9 (tHtOHB miscellany)
He made no motion to cover his ears, to flinch or avert his senses from it. He only stared, enraptured by it, slowly becoming encased in it. The squeal cut through his skin, his blood, plasma, bile, acid—searching out the emptiness that it knew was contained within his vast cavity. It gripped his heart, not causing it to stop, but to beat beat beat harder against his chest, banging, thrashing his...
October 2011
4 posts
1 tag
&c 8 (tHtOHB miscellany)
And this is where the external word takes its toll on the structure of everything. It does not take long, although his circumvention of destiny will: let us time it … start. ing. NOW!
Explosions! [of the choreographed sort]
Fanfare! [a clarion, a trumpet, a flag, and a stool. Kill the beast! Slay the dragon!]
Monsters&aliens&zombies! [come pouring out of the pinhole of our...
Dancing Plague of 1518 →
minusbaby:
This is one of the most amazing things I’ve ever read.