TRACING THE CONTOURS OF YOUR HAND FROM ETERNITY TO ETERNITY.

i. The face of a story imprinting its edge on a pillowy surface. The mind and body of a story - lost, wandering through the ether. 

 A collection of stories, wading in the pool, washing each others' backs. All reflections of ghosts soften in the tide. 

 ii. The hopes of a shattered man, dissolving into thin air. The crippling calls of libido, strangling the artist. The body of a broken man, tired and plump; No more swollen ego, no more days than the last. A quiet resignation into life. A thousand. A million. 

 iii. No longer a beautiful flower, but a tangled weed standing before the snow, awaiting proper burial. 

 iv. A chain smoking, lazy alcoholic, A beaten artist, An over-primped woman, An old, rusted gun - Cookies for the children.

Written Oct 15, 2007

every grape looks the same, then raisins

features that were once smooth, supple, and symmetrical drift

growing independently of one another without restraint

what should be read aloud?

after he lost everything and hit rock bottom, he discovered god and clawed his way back to the top of a different circle by riding the sales of his self-help book "Wayne Debtski"

i've heard the scientific explanations for why we are able to hear things but it doesn't make any sense.

as sound waves pass through, the hairs in your ear canal quiver.

when a voice rumbles,
tiny nerve endings throughout your body wiggle in reaction,
tickling your brain.

you might think your chest reverberates in response,
but only the brain knows.

somehow these things just come to us.

nothing special

i spend most of my time alone, quietly working or thinking about my work/failures. sometimes i poke around online and see pictures of my friends with real lives and real families doing family things and i wonder if they're happy.  i'm certainly not, but i'd imagine in some ways, they look at me with a certain amount of jealousy. all the while, i do the same looking at them.

2016

they say the last thing you remember before you die are all the petty yelp reviews you left for restaurants not having a public restroom.

Note:  the title used to read "2016 p1", but this is all there is. We have amended the title to better reflect 2016.

were there caveman themeparks and were they taken for granted?

my ancestors were so good at optimizing toward survival that my life now feels like a themepark.
i wonder if they ever thought the same way about their ancestors
and if it ever stopped

-dictated, but not read (2016)

old but young

look at all these things i like! he said.
he calls out a few more times to the thin air,
wondering where everyone went.