July 2009
3 posts
It was a sign. It stood two metres across, emblazoned with large letters which read. Do Not Enter.
It is. I plan to read it today
Raven Miles in mixed signals. A journey between two spaces.
June 2009
2 posts
The Net interprets censorship as damage and routes around it.
April 2009
3 posts
The tendrils are poisonous. If i were a robot id want a soul and an arm that shoots out snow.
Can it be possible that I don’t actually care
It went BURR - Bounce Back
I couldn’t believe it!
The crispness was insane - thought Elma -
What about Eliza and the crickets of electricity buzzing in her head. Weren’t they also warm?
March 2009
3 posts
I finally saw it. Through the china blue clouds. It soaked in and out of the atmosphere like a dragon and spat the fire of possibility into my willing eyes.
I saw the train.
creatib in the brain
They’re showing the movie in the alleyway. The one I pass as I move along the endless road to the train of many worlds.
You keep asking me about that world that I visited…the one with the blue. Why can’t I wake up? Why am I stuck in my own mind. The abyss is so vast, the concrete pain lingers in the cortex.
Someone is going to find me if I don’t find myself soon. What if...
February 2009
38 posts
11bar men
I saw the barman again.
The circles he made concentrically around my body.
I saw the barman as I slept upon the grumbling floor of the cold Abyss. The train which I had thought close, was worlds away. The barman said so.
He told me that the world I was looking for: That one which fit me like a glove, a jigsaw piece a cube into a square housing…was never going to reach me.
I would have to...
And I dreamt of you [SEC=UNCLASSIFIED]
I could see outside of my head. I could see the train as it approached the station. A tall handsome man. I could see his lips, which glistened with a clean moistness that made me want to touch them: Not kiss them, but touch them as one does a jewel- with care not to leave fingerprints.
10 skip part
Wake up girl, I whispered, as Elma buzzed her simulated sleep. Her modified solar panel soaked up the starlightin the perpetual blue of the abyss. Wake up girl - It’s what I said, but I wouldn’t have woken her for all the world.
I love to watch her sleep, to watch both of them sleep. Guards are let down completely in the totality of sleep, faces look concerned or relaxed but never...
Rat and Susan Carol
It hadn’t been the best morning
You wouldn’t have known it anyway, what with the perpetual twighlight
The human screams I had heard the previous morning turned out to be those of a rat and a large cockroach named Susan Carol.
She was maligning and blustering claiming that her injurious life, her sore knee had led her into a great depression. She had suffered on her long walk, the...
out mid
It was about midnight - the thickest band of stars - even the psyche sits on the outer arm of the milky way
It must have been my mind playing tricks, the reflection of those stars or the lack of water. Even my robots detected the light movements of children. Small boys and girls digging in the dirt, pulling out shiny objects. Large, small, glittering like fairies wings from the sandy soil of The...
I blame Fox
bugeyedbistro:
After watching last night’s episode of Dollhouse, I understand why Joss Whedon is abandoning television for online series.
I’ll give it one more episode. If that doesn’t take, I might tune in for the sixth episode to give the show one last chance. According to Eliza Dushku, that’s when the series really gets going with a Joss Whedon written episode.
the overall impression is...
I broke the mould and returned to that place in the desert. elma watched as i bled.
9 stars up high
It’s colder tonight. The fever has it.
The barman from the other place paces around my sick body.
He embodies evil tonight. As I sweat, and chill intermittently the stars bounce like insane dreams, and stab the black calm of the night.
8 ways
It feels like weeks. My feet, the toes, between and around them, my legs and hips, arms, chest, neck: They’re all sore.
When you check…just look down at the toe…rub it. It’s all that walking that makes a journey.
I can’t write much today. It hurts too much to even think.
Elma sent me a message - a text directly to my brain - “You’ll get used to it. Even...
7 search Party
I have something to tell you about where I’m going. What I’m hoping to find.
It’s autumn, out here. The warmth of the air is subverted by a breeze. It feels like relinquishment, like submission or the remittance of warmth briefly. But the weather here isn’t made for us. This weather is the beginning of that slow decay that leads us into winter. Even here, in the absence:...
Cree-ping-ab-out
It’s dark again. I’m shaking the dust off my sides. It sticks just under the arm. Without water - the wasting kind - I leave the sticky remnants to hang there. They will provide, at least, the suggestion of warmth.
Clouds are up, but the dusk is only half was through its short cycle.
The only noise at the defined edge of suburbia are the flickering lights of unhealthy electricity. I...
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Paws everywhere on the train. Dead tracks overlapping. Yo yo back home.
One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night. It rains yet again. My toes are still dry. That’s certainly an improvement.
Work. Looking for work. Love work. It’s part of the journey. I can turn around and see the trail. Does it count?
“Mausoleum - Big freaky cereal boxes of death”
Steps
I find myself carousing tonight by the softest candle-light.
I sit, very much in solitude in a quaint country hotel in my mind. The small publican and I stare out of the open door at the highway, glowing purple in the dusk. Summer’s fading off now, but the night breeze is tolerable. They don’t have electricity this far out in the psyche. Maybe the candles are partially electric...
Sending tweet to shlim. Need Angel Season 1. I want to be one with the continuity. Make it so. STAR TREK MOVIE COMING SOON.
“I do not fear failure. I only fear the “slowing up” of the engine inside of me which is pounding, saying, “Keep going, someone must be on top, why not you?””
FIREFLY EPISODE 1 (Pilot) - A BROWNCOATS CHRISTMAS
Part 1 of my tirade-enous tirade against FOX
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“Serenity” is the original two-hour series pilot for the Firefly science-fiction television series created by Joss Whedon. However, FOX executives were not satisfied with this as a pilot, and so instead, “The Train Job” was created to be the pilot....
Rigmarole
It’s raining yet again. I have a view of a trampoline from where I sit and it’s shining, heavy with water. The kids that used to play on it are all gone. They are still here of course, as young adolescents, but their sense of enjoyment in things like wet trampolines is gone.
I haven’t seen them from my window for almost a year now. Their play equipment is all that’s left...
98 Pages - Reblogged →
dailymeh:
There is something liberating about sketching. Of course, there is a sense that you are might be ‘practicing,’ but the truth is that you are actually ‘freeing up space,’ — sort of like moving stuff from the dining room table to the garage. Welcome to my workbench.
A sketchbook by Craig Frazier. (via.)
It turns out the rain isn’t acid. I can withstand it. My umbrella couldn’t. It packed up and went home. Nylon ain’t what it used to be.
At work. Phone. Love this world. Need a good dose of buff. Love me.
No news is good news. What’s worst? No news. Veruca is a devil in the sack. Naughty Oz. Time for munchies. Work. Sleep.
Optional
two roads diverged…
I saw the darkest animal on earth last night at the fork of a path. The path leads into a reserve, where the tress are innumerable, thick and tall. It stood there for countless moments completely bewildered.
What was the question in it’s head, stomach…heart?
It’s not just us trying to find the way. We aren’t alone in the endlessness of questions...
Fever Ray - Dry ad Dusty →
Prepare yourself for the self titled album by Fever Ray, the impressive new project from Swedish songstress Karin Dreijer Andersson. Karin has taken time off from her other band, ‘The Knife’ to…
What a cozy little arrangement. I hav nothing snide to say bout a living soul. Not even David Hasselhoff could ruin my mood. On my lilr noir
Buffy Season 4. Ep 2. “Look at Oz. He’s so cute…” - keep me updated. Angel Next. Season 1 coincides. Underbelly started. 2 days to sun!
Walked around awhile
That’s when I stopped.
When I looked up at the darkness. The sun almost completely departed. That’s when I looked up, as though statue - almost totally still: Even in that state of complete immobility it’s the wind that lets you know you’re there.
I saw a swing, and then heard it.There was no part of me there - only the sounds of objects right?
But then who was listening...
Fantastic Music - folkelectrorockpop →
“Look toenails - evil toenails” - Buffy Season 4”
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No Question - He'll be back.
Or perhaps he’ll be here soon.
Australia the beautiful. Australia the brave.
I’m waiting for the sensible politician to save us from this mess. Instead I am being served up with a creamy excuse for stoicism and economic rationality. It’s all shock horror and suprise from where I’m standing, what with the economic crisis and all that malarky.
I have been using that as an...