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[Dec. 7th, 2009|06:39 pm] |
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hypodermic needle full of bleach |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|12:19 pm] |
Scott,
Thanks for submitting to the Meadow, but we will have to pass on these.
Lindsay Wilson
Editor, The Meadow |
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|11:35 am] |
I
A large red bird circles overhead, breaking the beat of its dusty wings only to release a harsh cry from its gnarled beak moments before plunging toward the desert floor in pursuit of a meager meal. An eight inch blade, blackened with soot, comes sweeping from beneath the winged beast as it approaches its landing. The knife pierces through the bird's ribs and deep into its swiftly beating heart. The dark blood lurching from the creature whence it came traffics its way over the hilt of the blade and finds its way onto a lightly browned hand, down a lightly browned wrist, and across a lightly browned arm before finally casting itself onto the sand beneath.
A crooked throat struggles within five grinding fingers, fourteen grinding digits. Even the most minute of bones is heard giving way to the stronger bones in which they are encased.
“Snap.”
“Snap.”
“Snap.”
A feathered corpse is seen heeding limp to the dried earth. A lightly browned bare foot is seen pressing into the freshly dead bird in order to further validate its expiration. Ten lightly browned toes dig into the hot grains of sand as a slender, slightly browned frame is bent toward the ground, clutching the dead animal by its feet and renders it upward. A keen deeply browned iris peruses the lifeless body, investigating any signs of disease.
Disease. The desert is a disease, plaguing the life of the lightly browned young man. A thin spreading of pock marks score the bird's uncovered stomach. It is left in the choked wasteland, beneath the open blue sky with a pair of lightly brown legs seen stepping harshly away over the landscape.
A decaying trailer home rests on a plot next to a tepee. “I can't believe he still lives in a fucking tepee.” escapes a lightly browned mouth, approaching the two barren homes, hundreds of footprints paved in the desert far behind it. A lightly browned back, clothed in a dirty white t-shirt, hunches through the entrance of the tepee. “You are unwise, young one,” calls a graying voice from the dark, “you return not with a bird, and yet, your hands are soiled with its blood.”
“It had pocks so I left it behind.”
“You do not respect the dead, nor do you respect nature.”
“It's just a fucking bird.”
“Nor do you respect me. Bird or no bird, it is as much a part of this earth as you or I, young one. All dead deserves respect. All blood deserves to be washed clean.”
“I don't care. Let's get this over with, I need to get out of this shithole.”
“Not having that bird will only make things difficult, but your journey will still take place.”
A darkly browned hand is seen lighting a small fire in the middle of the tepee before it closes the entrance. A darkly browned body and a lightly browned body are seated next to each other on the blanketed floor. Two darkly browned hands retrieve a small bowl of thick liquid and pass it over to two lightly browned hands. “Drink.” whispers a darkly browned mouth. The lightly browned face winces, “This tastes like shit.”
“All you must do is finish.”
A darkly browned hand lifts a small branch with few leaves, placing it in the fire, allowing it to smoke. “Breathe deeply the smoke.” A lightly browned chest expands, filling with air. Two brown eyes grow wider than they have ever been before
II
the old man's skin is seen melting away revealing muscles and sinew the muscles and sinew are seen melting away revealing nerves and tendons the nerves and tendons are seen melting away revealing only a skeleton the skeleton turns a deep shade of black before it melts away into the ground beneath disappearing into the sand the fire turns into a tall blue flame before fluttering away into the maroon sky above the tepee the tepee creaks and moans before breaking away and being taken with the wind all that remains is the lightly browned young man sitting on a blanket in the middle of the most vast barren desert wasteland he has ever seen
what do i do now
now
now
now
now
his voice echoes into the emptiness and seems to go at its own pace away into the distance the lightly browned young man sits up slowly looking around and surveying the landscape he sees a tiny speck fluttering extremely far off in the distance over the horizon line if there even is a horizon line it all looks flat to him he begins walking he takes a few steps before looking back but the blanket on which he sat is gone making the desert seem only more infinite than it had before he turns again and continues walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
it feels like hes traveled a thousand miles and the image in the distance has come no closer than it was when he began the deserts temperature had risen tenfold from before and he is slowly removing his clothing to cope with the heat first his shirt followed by his jeans followed by his underwear his shoes had melted into the boiling sand sometime ago but for some reason he felt not the heat on his bare heels something kept him walking he felt lost there are no footprints behind him no signs that he ever even touched the earth in whatever skewed reality hes in so on he walks
and walks
and walks
the sky is ever changing color brilliant colors colors he has never seen before constantly shifting throughout the desolate cloudless sky the image is finally approaching closer and closer and yet it is still dark he cant make out what it is until its at his feet a fifty foot red bird lies ahead of him on the desert floor bleeding from its chest the blood waterfalls out of its corpse through a small river in the sand and into a hole in the ground an infinitely bottomless hole only the blood can be seen spouting into it he stands with his mouth agape simply staring in awe at the enormous creature |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:57 pm] |
A large red bird circles overhead, breaking the beat of its dusty wings only to release a harsh cry from its gnarled beak moments before plunging toward the desert floor in pursuit of a meager meal. An eight inch blade, blackened with soot, comes sweeping from beneath the winged beast as it approaches its landing. The knife pierces through the bird's ribs and deep into its swiftly beating heart. The dark blood lurching from the creature whence it came traffics its way over the hilt of the blade and finds its way onto a lightly browned hand, down a lightly browned wrist, and across a lightly browned arm before finally casting itself onto the sand beneath. |
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[Oct. 29th, 2009|02:28 am] |
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i'll force your hand |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|05:54 pm] |
lel
ArrrrrtStarrrrrr (5:51:27 PM): fuck me i'm hungry Ruthless2Shoes (5:51:41 PM): fuck you with a sammich ArrrrrtStarrrrrr (5:52:48 PM): do it ArrrrrtStarrrrrr (5:52:57 PM): fuck me right in the mouth with a gigantic sandwich |
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[Oct. 16th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
since when does being friends mean "i'm only gonna talk to you every two weeks and that's only because you get fed up and text me angrily"?
fuck you |
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[Oct. 14th, 2009|11:22 pm] |
Spageeeett (11:20:15 PM): peach giving yoshi a bj Spageeeett (11:20:17 PM): awesome ArrrrrtStarrrrrr (11:20:28 PM): BEASTIALITY Spageeeett (11:20:43 PM): ehh...hes all human cept for his head in this pick ArrrrrtStarrrrrr (11:21:12 PM): oh ArrrrrtStarrrrrr (11:21:13 PM): lamew ArrrrrtStarrrrrr (11:21:16 PM): WAIT WHAT AM I SAYING Spageeeett (11:21:22 PM): hahahaha |
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[Oct. 9th, 2009|07:03 pm] |
i'm a shit suckin' cannibal
a gut fuckin' animal |
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[Sep. 29th, 2009|12:20 am] |
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I'm Fragile
Paper mouth
Paper teeth Paper tongue Paper eyes Paper ears Paper mind Paper heart Paper lungs Paper ribs Paper stomach Paper bowels Paper shit. |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2009|09:59 pm] |
Entity
A thousand suns and a thousand moons
Circling my very existence
I am no longer human
I feel as if I am something greater
Something more than that which is known as all
I feel as if an entity
I exist between two planes
And I walk freely within both
A thousand suns and a thousand moons
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[Sep. 21st, 2009|07:52 am] |
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you said coming to see me has put a wedge in your relationship with him. i know that wedge won't stick around long. when you go back home, back to him it's gonna be "baby i'm sorry you know i love you and not him, i love you so much i'm sorry" and you're back together. you say he's not a replacement, but when you start dating someone in order to forget about me and you treat him the same as you did me, that's a fucking replacement. i can't believe you claim you love him already. you told me you'll always love me and that's obviously a lie. will you still love me when you're fucking him? will you still love me when you blow him on your bed? will you still love me when you're making a cake for his birthday? i can't believe you tell him you love him |
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[Sep. 20th, 2009|02:01 am] |
This Is Anything But A Poem
I wish there was something I could write about you
I wish there was anything
Anything to write about this situation
But there's not
There are no words gracefully flowing forth from my fingertips
Just FUCKS and SHITS barreling out of my mouth
You and I had it good
And I fucked it up
That's all there is to say
The only thing to possibly even begin to say
Is today is the day I lose myself. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2009|11:53 pm] |
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one of my friends lost himself... caught up in himself.... and he has completely beceome withdrawn from what he once was. disappointing |
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[Sep. 13th, 2009|02:56 am] |
I need a human body
So that I may carve it hollow
Climb my way within its ribs
And live inside of it
Finishing out my days
Vicariously through this new
Body |
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[Sep. 7th, 2009|06:34 pm] |
Year
Still hungry after all these years
Still craving after all these meals
Still climbing after breaking all these branches
Still dusty after crossing all these rivers
Still falling after hurtling all these boulders
Still hungry after twenty-two years
What have I to still climb for at twenty-three? |
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[Sep. 7th, 2009|12:02 am] |
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a collection of lyrics i found online about being 22... seems appropriate
When I was a boy I saw things that no one else could see, so why am I so blind at twenty-two?
When I was a boy I could hear symphonies in seashells, so why am I so deaf at twenty-two?
Midlife crisis at the age of 22, who knew? I need some answers cross the street and down the avenue I stopped for the woman paid five bucks and got my palm read and she said "You shouldn't be smiling boy this life line says you're allready dead"
Well I'm lost at 22 and I've got no fucking clue no I don't know if things will work out right. I'm lost and confused. I'm lost at 22 and I don't know if my life's gonna end up right.
I want to open these veins and never breathe again because the beauty is dead 2ince February 79'. I've OD'ed on "lonesome" 22 times, but who's counting? |
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[Sep. 4th, 2009|02:57 am] |
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i love improvising poems, suck my dick here's a poem... for the three people that read this
Story
I wish my house was haunted
So I could talk to ghosts
I would ask them questions
And get their ghost advice
They'd give me real answers
And be completely honest
At least then I'd feel like I'm getting somewhere
By talking to someone who isn't actually there. |
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