Dust

And so, after the final wind of a life time blew and stole my final sensible breath, I pulled the thick, coarse rope, feeling the rough material rub my hard, calloused hands. Hands that had gripped this rope so many times. Pulling it the same way for years.

But this time every fiber of my body knew it was different. Every nerve knew this was unlike any other time. Every neuron knew this was the last.

I pulled the rope again, the bell clanged loud and hard above me. I could feel the air waves vibrating down on me. Gravity forcing them to rain down on my shoulders and slump my posture even more. The blow of the bell startled the birds in the top of bellfry and they flew off, into the brightening dawn. Dust, dirt and bits of twigs fell down on me and invaded my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. I fought a sneeze and pinched my nose between my fingers, paralyzing myself for a moment and squeezing my eyes shut tight. Pain appeared behing my eyes and small white shars began dancing in my lack of vision, fluttering around freely. I enjoyed them for a moment, closing my eyes tighter to increase the pain.

There would be no pain after this, after this morning. I opened my eyes again, sneeze having passed, and I found myself cursed and blessed with tunnle vision for a moment. I looked up, watching the bell come to a slow swinging stop.

The birds gone, the bell still and the wind nonexistant, I felt alone. Pleasantly alone for the first time. Perfectly alone. I rubbed my rough hands on my jeans quickly then stepped over to the Western cut out in the wall of the bell tower. The ledge stood waist high and I leaned over it, peering down about 20 yards to the ground. Nothing moved down below. Maybe in the houses, men readying for work, women preparing breakfast for the family and children begging for another 5 minutes of sleep.

And there I stood, in the pale dark, hanging out of a bellfry. My home, my friend, my life. I swung a leg over the side and pulled myself up. The other leg followed and I sat on the ledge.

My heart beat roughly for a moment but I closed my eyes and steadied it as I steadied myself. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. The sun had just begun creasing over the horizon. I could already feel it's natural warmth loosening the cold blood in my veins.

As the atmosphere slowly lightened I raised my hand n front of my face and studied them. Calouses on the palms, dirt in the creases, short and broken nails. They were rough and worn, having never enjoyed the simple pleasures or the Utopian lifestyle below.

I looked down between my knees to the ground. Brown, dirty, far away. The yellow eye was a semicircle on the horizon now and I transfered my focus to my old shoes. Torn and mud-ridden. Barely covered by unwashed, tattered jeans. My attention was stolen then by a few mother bird returning to their offspring with food. I leaned back and listened to the baby birds chirp hungrily.

The sun was now three quarters of the way over the horizon. I smiled a little, for just a moment, then gripped the wall beside me. I hoisted myself to a standing position and hugged the wall for balance. I teetered a little but chuckled as I caught myself.

I now stared directly at the sun, watching it rise slowly. Nothing went through my mind, for there was nothing worth thinking about. The sun crept upward, like a child far away had lost it's giant yellow balloon.

The very bottom of it's circumfrence ter of the ledge. I stared into the incredthe center of the ledge. I stared into the incredible glow for a moment, nearly blinding myself, the grinned from ear to ear. The most genuine smile I had evr managed.

One more deep breath, one more moment. Then I stepped from the ledge and flew. For one glorious moment, I flew.
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Excuse typos, I don't normally read what I write.

Funny Deaths

I have to admit that sometimes I feel bad about laughing at death. It IS a horrible thing but sometimes, when people die, or get hurt...it's just funny. It's not the death itself that's funny but the circumstances surrounding it. And no one can seriously say that they didn't think someone deserved what they got at one point or another. Child molesters, rapists, mass murders? There must be SOMEONE you thought deserved to die. Even if only for a moment.

Well I was watching telly yesterday, some show about this horrible gang that's sweeping the nation. THAT is horrible. They're murdering like mad and that is horrible too..but, in the middle of these clips of dead bodied being cleaned off the streets there was a shot of a man with a meat thermometer in his stomach/chest. The fact that he had been killed, and the fact that he had been stabbed is awful. Far from funny. The fact that he had been stabbed with a thermometer...kinda funny...The fact that it was a meat thermometer, the kind you use on the grill when you wanna know if your burgers are done...that to me is hailrious!

I burst out laughing instantly. I had to get inside the murder's mind.
Had he found it in an alley and tucked it away in his pocket just incase he needed it later?

Had he stolen it from his mom's house because he was jealous of it and just happened to kill this man with it?

Was he a cannibal who didn't get to finish what he satrted?

Was he conducting a science experiment, trying to figure out how hot the sun in L.A. would make a dead body? That leads me to asking...was there another body with another thermometer in it hidden in the shade somewhere?

Had he went out and bought this thermometer for the sheer purpose of stabbing this man? Would a gangster really even BUY his weapon of choice? Wouldn't he just steal it?

I can picture it now, he walks calmly into a grovery store, face hidden, gun hidden. He finds the isle with the meat thermometers and he picks out the most impressive one, he's not going to waste time stealing crap. On his way to the door he pauses...the thermometer is still in it's package...the alarm will go off.

So he turns and walks down the snack aisle, slowly and quietly stripping the packaging away, then he hides it behind a box of Cheez-its and shoves the thermometer down his pants. The worng way. He fights a yelp of pain and readjusts it. When he looks to his left a little old woman is staring at him...she thinks he was fixing his junk. So she walks up to him and beats him with her purse, calling him a pervert. He grabs his gun but can't shoot her. She might be someone's grandma. He has a grandma. Whatatya know? A gangster with a heart.

So he apologizes to the woman and shuffles away from her, back toward the door. Passing a box of Twinkies, he can't resist. He checks behind him to see the old lady has now moved on. So he opens the box quietly and shoves some Twinkies down his pants. Now the alarm won't go off but he must be careful because it looks like he has a massive erection and he doesn't want to be arrested for that.

Finally he slips out of the store, undetected. Now to find dinner.

Insanely Amazing and Hypnotic Game Of The Week 15/4/2010

http://intihuatani.usc.edu/cloud/flowing/core.html
Between the beautiful graphics and hypnotic sound I just couldn't get enough of this. I love it.

Hoverers

One type of person that drives me absolutely mad is hoverers. You know the type. The people who appear out of no where as thought the morphed through the wall and slide up behind you then lean over your shoulder to see what you're doing. I hate that.

And it doesn't matter what I'm doing when they begin to hover, as long as they're there I feel as though I'm doing something wrong. Even if I'm reading a book, I end up feeling as though I'm reading wrong. Or as though I'm reading a smutty book. It could be the Bible, but if someone is hovering I suddenly feel guilty.

I get especially annoyed by the head-hoverers. I can deal with the shoudler-hoverers for a while but when someone comes up behind me and leans over my head I lose it. Have they never heard of my bubble? Do not invade my bubble without invitation or permission.

This gives me an amazing idea. You know those invisible fences people put around their yards to keep their dogs in the perimeter? I want one of those that's sensitive to people's DNA. I was to wear a little sensor on my hip and program in people's DNA that ARE allowed near me and when anyone else tries to get close it will send them a little shock and knock them back a bit. And maybe if I really don't like the person I'll throw one of those shoking dog collars at them just before they get close enough to me so that they get another shock when they yelp from surprise from the first one.

Genius, right?

I think I would call it the GAIDLY (Go Away I Don't Like You). It'd sell billions. I'd be rich! I could use the GAIDLY right now, as I'm typing this. The person across from me is taking up most of my foot space. That's not ok.

Of The Week 9/4/10

I'ma start doing _____ of the week to be sure I continusously update my blog. Even if it is something simple. It could be a video, picture, comic strip, quote, story, website, song, musical artist, drawing, thought, word. ANYTHING really. As long as it's made some sort of impact on me.

I think I'll start with the Surprisingly Good Performance Video Of The Week:



I was wonderfully surprised by this. I wasn't expecting anything goo to come from him. But he altered the arrangetment just enough and felt the song so much that i was blown away.
Good job sir.

Ink Lovers

Touching me with written words.
A feeling like never before.
Unapologetic sex,
Love,
Thought,
Us.
Wrapping my expansive arms
Around her forever nonexistance.
So close to my fingers,
To my needy fingers.
Ready to steal her,
Sin her,
Own her.
She leaves cherished cuts,
Protected bruises.
Saves my tears in the material
Of the pillow-soft cotton she
Covers herself with.
Under which she hides.
Of which I cannot touch,
But want to strip away.
Expose her,
Touch her,
Explore her,
Understand her,
Believe her.


I dunno if it's quite finished. I'm not sure. I feel as though it needs something more. I'm rather proud of what I have tho. Maybe all it needs is a title?

EDIT: It's titled now. Still dunno if it's finished but I'm much happier XD

Exquisite Corpse

Ok, so I started this game with two people. It's calles 'Exquisite Corpse' and what you do is pretty simple, one person draws/paints/sketches/etc. something and sends it to the other person who then adds something to it and sends it back, then you add something and on and on until you're done. Whenever that is.

I got the idea from a couple great people. One of my favourite singers: Mika, and one of my favouite artists: Sophie Blackall, played this a while ago and I really liked their outcome.

I started it tonight. I just finished painting two very simple pictures. They're both the same thing because I thought it would be fun to see how the two, which start almost identical, become so different through different influences and personalities.

I'll post a picture of the starting painting when I know both of them have received it.