Saturday, August 28, 2010
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Monday, August 16, 2010
"A Human in Her" by Anonymous
I struck a chord, and then I tied one around my neck. Wonder which one I'll pass out from first.
I guess I was just on the street corner playing, and I guess that means that no one knew that I was in error (at least that's what the rational person would think), but I panicked further. God, I'm going to put such a bullet in my brain when I get out of here. Practice and practice and what the hell came from it? A Db Minor 7th? Damn. And, y'know, scratch that. It'd be a C# Minor 7th. What the hell am I thinking? I'm a failure.
I'll go home and no one will be there. I'll take out a piece of paper, write on it for awhile, and be done when I realize I'm incapable. Then I'll take out another piece of paper to draw on, following that with getting up and eating something from the fridge because I know I can't kid myself with talent in that area either. Then, I'll sleep. And I'll dream. I really do achieve consciousness in the wrong dimension, I feel.
...
I woke only a half hour later that day, wondering why I still wanted to be alive in this specific place. I was, only ten minutes ago, playing a minuet I had composed for a girl who had walked by me on the street, and she stopped to listen. She watched my fingers travel up and down each key - the other hand running up and down each 5th - and she was happy. And I was happy. And I had met a reasonable person for once in my life.
She shared a laugh with me.
I guess I was just on the street corner playing, and I guess that means that no one knew that I was in error (at least that's what the rational person would think), but I panicked further. God, I'm going to put such a bullet in my brain when I get out of here. Practice and practice and what the hell came from it? A Db Minor 7th? Damn. And, y'know, scratch that. It'd be a C# Minor 7th. What the hell am I thinking? I'm a failure.
I'll go home and no one will be there. I'll take out a piece of paper, write on it for awhile, and be done when I realize I'm incapable. Then I'll take out another piece of paper to draw on, following that with getting up and eating something from the fridge because I know I can't kid myself with talent in that area either. Then, I'll sleep. And I'll dream. I really do achieve consciousness in the wrong dimension, I feel.
...
I woke only a half hour later that day, wondering why I still wanted to be alive in this specific place. I was, only ten minutes ago, playing a minuet I had composed for a girl who had walked by me on the street, and she stopped to listen. She watched my fingers travel up and down each key - the other hand running up and down each 5th - and she was happy. And I was happy. And I had met a reasonable person for once in my life.
She shared a laugh with me.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
"Wanted For Hire" by Will Lewis
We were on the road and almost there, but I was getting nervous. If we weren't back in time, I'd have to find some other way to sweet talk my way into being able to submit my resume. It was already late, and I didn't feel like I could afford another day gone by without its residence within The Break Broker Institution. I told August to hit the gas.
"What?" She said. "Faster? We're already going 75 and the speed limit is 55!"
"Faster." I said. "I neeeeed this job. It's the Break Brokers, come on!"
"No way, this highway is always riddled with piggies!"
"I'll show you piggy!"
I extended my leg over the console and jammed my foot onto the gas.
"Gary, stop!"
We went from 75 to 100 miles per hour in no time, and I was pleased with that nice, doubly round number as a maximum.
"Just calm down and steer. I'm not letting go, so you may as well just concentrate on taking half of the initiative to get us home safe."
She glared over to me in admittance of defeat and shifted her head forward into a more focused stance. We must have been driving for a half hour before a policeman pulled over.
"License and registra- AGAHHHGHH"
"Gary, where the hell did that gun come from!? And what the fuck did you just do!?"
"I always keep a six-shooter in my glove box. And honey, that jooooob! What the hell was I supposed to do!?"
"What?" She said. "Faster? We're already going 75 and the speed limit is 55!"
"Faster." I said. "I neeeeed this job. It's the Break Brokers, come on!"
"No way, this highway is always riddled with piggies!"
"I'll show you piggy!"
I extended my leg over the console and jammed my foot onto the gas.
"Gary, stop!"
We went from 75 to 100 miles per hour in no time, and I was pleased with that nice, doubly round number as a maximum.
"Just calm down and steer. I'm not letting go, so you may as well just concentrate on taking half of the initiative to get us home safe."
She glared over to me in admittance of defeat and shifted her head forward into a more focused stance. We must have been driving for a half hour before a policeman pulled over.
"License and registra- AGAHHHGHH"
"Gary, where the hell did that gun come from!? And what the fuck did you just do!?"
"I always keep a six-shooter in my glove box. And honey, that jooooob! What the hell was I supposed to do!?"
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
"Seven" by Will Lewis
And it was made to rubble.
Seven piles of seven stones each now created in a circle before me, subsequent to a trickle of fire that rained from the sky.
Seven deaths entailed the seven broken bodies that were now cast off the edge of the rock precipice that was once a great tower's base.
Seven ships continued to fire seven volleys into a now-crumbling cliff, which was now leaning and falling towards a red sea.
And I realize that for the past seven years, we could have never have hoped to reach the heavens by erecting such an edifice. Because of our lust for power, we are banished to an eternal state of unrecognizable babble, further twisting our broken aspirations in the faces of our true likeness and communicating only nonsense.
I look down at the ground and see the piles of rock that lay in front of me. The amount of days it took Him to bring me into being. The amount of years it took us to reach Him. The amount of minutes it took His elite to decimate our endeavors.
The sky is red and we begin our last book. It is my Revelation.
Seven piles of seven stones each now created in a circle before me, subsequent to a trickle of fire that rained from the sky.
Seven deaths entailed the seven broken bodies that were now cast off the edge of the rock precipice that was once a great tower's base.
Seven ships continued to fire seven volleys into a now-crumbling cliff, which was now leaning and falling towards a red sea.
And I realize that for the past seven years, we could have never have hoped to reach the heavens by erecting such an edifice. Because of our lust for power, we are banished to an eternal state of unrecognizable babble, further twisting our broken aspirations in the faces of our true likeness and communicating only nonsense.
I look down at the ground and see the piles of rock that lay in front of me. The amount of days it took Him to bring me into being. The amount of years it took us to reach Him. The amount of minutes it took His elite to decimate our endeavors.
The sky is red and we begin our last book. It is my Revelation.
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