Tuesday, June 24, 2008
An Observation
Just past 5 o'clock, the sky is a pulsating heart. The clouds are exhaust pouring from the pipes of the heavens. All is silent except for the gentle feedback sounds of nature; they drone on with a thick reverb as if in some cosmic church hall. The grass is green, and it shines with the light of a million miniature suns: stars on the sky of the land. Rolling hills emulate the ocean, as they wash by and over the horizon. Along the hills are freeze-frame explosions of green; every branch of every tree a stream of light in the pattern of a firework. Inside my vessel I realize I am not seeing these things for what they really are; rather I am seeing a series of pictures that my mind is dreaming up, filtered through the glass window and the lens of my eye. If I could reach out and touch these things now I would be sure they felt soft like a blanket, but in reality I know that some of them are quite rough. If only I could train my mind to make these things feel as they look right now. If only I could feel the gentle thumping of nature's heart.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
More crazy stuff...
I looked out upon the deslolate landscape that lay in the valley below me. A black, charred swamp that bubbled with the horrid stench of decaying corpses and rusty metal.
Up above the sun was glowing red like a single drop of blood, a single blood cell, carrier of oxygen, supporter of life, and one of many millions that exist in the universe.
On this strange day, it crept across the crystal sky; a flaming, bloody inferno that radiated expansive, powerful beams of scorching light.
The devil sat on his chair, across the swamp and up on a cliff on the other side of the valley.
He stood and walked to the edge, adressing the whole scene with his voice.
The sound of his voice ringing out across this expanse of nature echoed once for every star in the sky.
Impossible to describe, other than to say that it was a combination of some of the highest and lowest tones I have ever heard.
It was as if the devil's larynx was a pipe organ and he was striking every key at once.
The words he spoke were meaningless to the untrained ear, but the eternally echoing sound of his voice was message enough.
The world was most certainly coming to an end and the human race was at fault.
For each echo, a wolf, mutt, or some kind of hound would howl in harmony from its source.
That day, the sun left a trail of blood
From the bodies underneath crosses, buried in the mud
and as each single body, bled through the sun
Satan laughed on his throne, knowing he had won
All life that was left remained more "in" earth than "on" it.
Every living thing struggling to survive in man made tunnels and caverns like pores beneath the crust of the earth.
Trapped by the heat and running low on oxygen.
I had come up to the surface to beg for the devil's mercy.
But when I asked, the organ howled louder, telling me that it wasn't his doing, he was just here for the show.
"But Lucifer, sir, won't you parish as well?"
The organ rang: "It's hotter in hell"
Suddenly I heard an even greater sound coming from beyond the horizon
"God?" I said, "Is it you? Have you come to save us from the might of the sun?"
"It's not my duty, oh unholy one. The earth is over, I've accepted, you've won"
"But God, you created us? How can this be?"
"Nonsense, my boy, it was the sun and not me.
You've wanted this forever and now it is so
From the beginning of time, this was your goal.
The sun was the seed, the earth the womb,
Had you respected your mother you wouldn't lie in this tomb."
At that, there was a great sound, one that rang out across every expanse of the universe.
A sound so great, it could be heard from any single place that physically existed.
Everything collapsed in on itself until there was nothing left at all, except for one, tiny little particle. This particle, when examined closely, contained a number of other particles, all too small to see with any sort of microscopic device. Still, this particle was determined. With nothing left at all to nourish itself, it attempted to procreate. Being asexual, it managed to birth a number of other particles. The smallest, weakest particles were devoured by the greater particles in a cannabalistic fervour. This process continued, until there were a great many particles. These particles began to develop means of competing with one another for food: flaggellum, teeth and the like. Their evolutions diverged and more species of the particle were created. As these particles died or were eaten and excreted, a small mass was formed in the midst of space. This mass grew and grew and the particles became more and more complex. The mass of small organisms and their organic excrements and corpses grew; so fast that it actually created a small explosion, dividing the particles and masses of shit and bodies throughout space. These grew individually and the process continued until an entire universe was created. Over time these masses decayed and became land. The pressure on these lands was immense, causing the planet masses to develop heated cores. Some of these planets got so hot they exploded into flames that would burn for billions of years.This was the beginning. Of what? Of everything and of nothing at all.
Up above the sun was glowing red like a single drop of blood, a single blood cell, carrier of oxygen, supporter of life, and one of many millions that exist in the universe.
On this strange day, it crept across the crystal sky; a flaming, bloody inferno that radiated expansive, powerful beams of scorching light.
The devil sat on his chair, across the swamp and up on a cliff on the other side of the valley.
He stood and walked to the edge, adressing the whole scene with his voice.
The sound of his voice ringing out across this expanse of nature echoed once for every star in the sky.
Impossible to describe, other than to say that it was a combination of some of the highest and lowest tones I have ever heard.
It was as if the devil's larynx was a pipe organ and he was striking every key at once.
The words he spoke were meaningless to the untrained ear, but the eternally echoing sound of his voice was message enough.
The world was most certainly coming to an end and the human race was at fault.
For each echo, a wolf, mutt, or some kind of hound would howl in harmony from its source.
That day, the sun left a trail of blood
From the bodies underneath crosses, buried in the mud
and as each single body, bled through the sun
Satan laughed on his throne, knowing he had won
All life that was left remained more "in" earth than "on" it.
Every living thing struggling to survive in man made tunnels and caverns like pores beneath the crust of the earth.
Trapped by the heat and running low on oxygen.
I had come up to the surface to beg for the devil's mercy.
But when I asked, the organ howled louder, telling me that it wasn't his doing, he was just here for the show.
"But Lucifer, sir, won't you parish as well?"
The organ rang: "It's hotter in hell"
Suddenly I heard an even greater sound coming from beyond the horizon
"God?" I said, "Is it you? Have you come to save us from the might of the sun?"
"It's not my duty, oh unholy one. The earth is over, I've accepted, you've won"
"But God, you created us? How can this be?"
"Nonsense, my boy, it was the sun and not me.
You've wanted this forever and now it is so
From the beginning of time, this was your goal.
The sun was the seed, the earth the womb,
Had you respected your mother you wouldn't lie in this tomb."
At that, there was a great sound, one that rang out across every expanse of the universe.
A sound so great, it could be heard from any single place that physically existed.
Everything collapsed in on itself until there was nothing left at all, except for one, tiny little particle. This particle, when examined closely, contained a number of other particles, all too small to see with any sort of microscopic device. Still, this particle was determined. With nothing left at all to nourish itself, it attempted to procreate. Being asexual, it managed to birth a number of other particles. The smallest, weakest particles were devoured by the greater particles in a cannabalistic fervour. This process continued, until there were a great many particles. These particles began to develop means of competing with one another for food: flaggellum, teeth and the like. Their evolutions diverged and more species of the particle were created. As these particles died or were eaten and excreted, a small mass was formed in the midst of space. This mass grew and grew and the particles became more and more complex. The mass of small organisms and their organic excrements and corpses grew; so fast that it actually created a small explosion, dividing the particles and masses of shit and bodies throughout space. These grew individually and the process continued until an entire universe was created. Over time these masses decayed and became land. The pressure on these lands was immense, causing the planet masses to develop heated cores. Some of these planets got so hot they exploded into flames that would burn for billions of years.This was the beginning. Of what? Of everything and of nothing at all.
The Moth Lurks Near
This is a little story I wrote a while ago...
As I arrived back at my humble abode following a late night of grass, gin, and clouds of cigarette smoke, I noticed that the light in my room had been left on. I walked up to my bedroom. It was on all right, but there wasn't a lot of light to be had in the room. I looked up and saw the source of the problem: A small moth was perched upside-down on the glass covering of my light fixture. The moth's shadow was cast in such a way that it blacked out most of the room. Not having enough energy (or balance for that matter) to reach for it, I sunk into my bed and slithered beneath the covers. Glancing back up at the moth, I saw it wriggling around a little; maybe to get a nicer view? The moth took off, turning itself upright and flying toward me. As it came, it started to look bigger than it had from so far away... a lot bigger. The moth stood higher than my closet door, with antennas as long as my arms and wings that spread almost the entire length of my room. It looked at me for a moment, then spoke: "There isn't enough light in this gruesome abode! You must turn up the generator!".
"There isn't a generator to be found here", I said politely, "This house runs on electricity from power lines."
"Power lines?", It said, "Blasphemy! I've seen electricity shoot through the sky before, and it doesn't form lines, it forms bolts. You must turn up the generator at once!"
"I don't have one!", I said, beginning to panic. The moth was a lot bigger than I was, and its anger was really beginning to scare me.
"Blasphemy!". As it said this, it turned on its heel and walked out of the room. I got up to follow. It proceeded through the hallway, down the stairs and around the corner into the kitchen, turning on every light switch as it went. "This will not do", it muttered in its frustration, "This will not do!".
It beat me to the kitchen and proceeded to open the fridge. To my utmost surprise, a fly of relatively half his size and stature stumbled out.
"It's mighty cold in there", it shivered as it spoke.
"Pardon my asking, but what in gods name are you doing in my house?!", I asked, now frustrated with the appearance of another large bug.
"Is that really any of your business?", asked the moth.
"It's certainly no business of his", the fly answered, not allowing me to speak.
"Well, it is my house, and any business that is done within my house is my business, isn't it?"
"Certainly not!" the moth replied, annoyed with my inability to understand him. "You opened the door and let us in, and haven't said a thing to us since! If you were a proper host, then it would be safe to say that everything here is your business, but you haven't offered us anything, and you refuse to turn up the lights!"
"The lights can't be turned up!", I shouted in reply. "You know what? Get out of my house, go on, get out!". As I said this, I ran to the screen door at the front and opened it, letting a breath of wind in. "Get out you two!", I yelled angrily at the two bugs. As I did this, both creatures shrank away and retreated to the inside of the light fixture in my kitchen.
I thought to myself: "Whatever, I'll worry about it in the morning."...
As I arrived back at my humble abode following a late night of grass, gin, and clouds of cigarette smoke, I noticed that the light in my room had been left on. I walked up to my bedroom. It was on all right, but there wasn't a lot of light to be had in the room. I looked up and saw the source of the problem: A small moth was perched upside-down on the glass covering of my light fixture. The moth's shadow was cast in such a way that it blacked out most of the room. Not having enough energy (or balance for that matter) to reach for it, I sunk into my bed and slithered beneath the covers. Glancing back up at the moth, I saw it wriggling around a little; maybe to get a nicer view? The moth took off, turning itself upright and flying toward me. As it came, it started to look bigger than it had from so far away... a lot bigger. The moth stood higher than my closet door, with antennas as long as my arms and wings that spread almost the entire length of my room. It looked at me for a moment, then spoke: "There isn't enough light in this gruesome abode! You must turn up the generator!".
"There isn't a generator to be found here", I said politely, "This house runs on electricity from power lines."
"Power lines?", It said, "Blasphemy! I've seen electricity shoot through the sky before, and it doesn't form lines, it forms bolts. You must turn up the generator at once!"
"I don't have one!", I said, beginning to panic. The moth was a lot bigger than I was, and its anger was really beginning to scare me.
"Blasphemy!". As it said this, it turned on its heel and walked out of the room. I got up to follow. It proceeded through the hallway, down the stairs and around the corner into the kitchen, turning on every light switch as it went. "This will not do", it muttered in its frustration, "This will not do!".
It beat me to the kitchen and proceeded to open the fridge. To my utmost surprise, a fly of relatively half his size and stature stumbled out.
"It's mighty cold in there", it shivered as it spoke.
"Pardon my asking, but what in gods name are you doing in my house?!", I asked, now frustrated with the appearance of another large bug.
"Is that really any of your business?", asked the moth.
"It's certainly no business of his", the fly answered, not allowing me to speak.
"Well, it is my house, and any business that is done within my house is my business, isn't it?"
"Certainly not!" the moth replied, annoyed with my inability to understand him. "You opened the door and let us in, and haven't said a thing to us since! If you were a proper host, then it would be safe to say that everything here is your business, but you haven't offered us anything, and you refuse to turn up the lights!"
"The lights can't be turned up!", I shouted in reply. "You know what? Get out of my house, go on, get out!". As I said this, I ran to the screen door at the front and opened it, letting a breath of wind in. "Get out you two!", I yelled angrily at the two bugs. As I did this, both creatures shrank away and retreated to the inside of the light fixture in my kitchen.
I thought to myself: "Whatever, I'll worry about it in the morning."...
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