|The weird and the
devoid thank you. You've got style. You've got gall.
Now let me perform surgery and remove your best qualities....
The cyclops copulating
with the musketeer. The sweet cavity in your sour tooth. The
long time in the short, unbearable moment. Breaths of hope from the
smog of life. Let's rejoice as He falls to our feet. Christ,
you will pray to me.
The sensation of
being vulgar. The initiative to embody controversy. The controversy
to have a body. The nature of the unborn. The sunbathing lunatic
on our front lawn. The timeless Rolex on our scaled arm. The
voices haunting our brain. The haunting taste of our brain.
The strangled motions we go through as the host. The conforming humiliation
we leave throughout as the guest. The toilet bowl of life; the meaning
of life written in verbs on the paper beside it. And He laughs harder....
Boiling in the garden.
Simply unknown to the one who named me. All the innocent ruin the
desire of experience. Beaten skin with the violence of kisses.
The icicles of time warm my heart. The oven of thought warns my soul.
It is limited. It is limited, and He laughs on....
Wreaking mouth. Rotten core. Tuesday monsters haunted me on
Saturday. Howling voices through the night. Sneering.
He. Mocks. Me. Us.
Untitled blue Johnnys.
Sitting next to little orange Marys. Numbers on unexplained explanations.
Numb errors excusing us from playing.
The Modern School
of Thought is not admitting. The students will have to make due.
Halloween is a time
for fun. Go out there and live it up.
But be weary of
long-nosed Frenchmen at octagonal cider bobbing tables. Stay clear
of robotic men with biological arms and their automaton dark rats at their
side, on the floor, with the rest of the crumbs and garbage. Run
from sad Catholic schoolgirls with lonely eyes and soft fingertips.
Avoid soft-core Dr Pepper and hard-core Domino's pizza. Don't give
a second thought to dirty insinuations from chirping lepers on all fours
in the twilight hour of floored rooms behind opened doors. Walk right
past the drinking elitists seducing the latest smothered voice with their
elixir. Please refrain from buying half eaten candy from some distorted
heaven. [Okay, okay so that was a little plagiarized.
Bear with me now. I'm trying to make this thing creepy this year.]
organ making a woman out of you; from it dripping psalms of random relevance.
The colors only paleness can enslave. The charcoal line protecting
the mouth from ambivalent's infection. You put on your mask to mask
over you. But to a blind man, your efforts are useless. To
a Latin-speaking man, your Englished philosophy is useless. How simply
you could be sabotaged. What allows you to hold the power over your
affairs? With a single infliction, you can be knocked off.
Your mind can slow and the situations important from your wit can dissolve.
Your behavior can easily start to become controlled by disease. Any
disease. The contagious floating ones
that fate's breeze can blow your way. Cancer can be on the wingtips
of your soft DNA that is fused to you so undeniably. Needing only
a trigger, you are at the hands of a thousand outside forces and plots.
Look how elementary your downfall is. One simple shift and oops...you're
gone. Your piece is out of the game. How funny it all is.
He knows this. That is the source of His hysterics. That is
the root of His drowning laughter....
Everything is going just....swimmingly. [I'm gonna end with the religious
saturation at this point.] Death. Life. Whatever.
So I was scoping around for decent ghost photographs, which is SUCH a huge
mistake because ghosts scare the living daylights out of me and I'm so
hypersensitive as it is, that looking at reflections of faces in turned-off
television screens was....not fun. But on the whole I like
cemeteries! There's this nice one near where I live, it's gorgeous!
Beautiful lawns and crickets chirp and stunning trees....it's a rich, HUGE
place and I like it there. Prolly cuz it doesn't feel haunted; on
the contrary, I feel welcome there. I think the olden, dingy cemeteries
are creepy. They just feel evil. Whatever. Not that I'm
one of those losers that actually believes in ghosts, I'm still not sure
[I could go into an essay now of my opinion about brainwave induced environmental
imprints that we subconsciously extract onto photography and etc but I'm
going to be a good girl and not ;)] Although....it is pretty fascinating.
Maybe I should become a ghost hunter and go around America in a winnebago
and go to haunted cemeteries with my thermal scanner and digital cam and
take pictures at midnight. Okay, maybe not.
Ouija boards are
creepy. And those ghost TV shows are soooo scary. In one they
were doing construction and every morning when they came to work, boards
and debris were thrown around. So one night the owner set up a video
camera. So that same night, the camera caught a chair being knocked
over and construction material flying around in the background. 0_o
Prolly the scariest one I ever saw was where they had this new house built
on some haunted land. Later they said it was built over some "portal"
to the "beyond" because on the outside in the woods there were a lot of
the orbs and neon tails and stuff. But then one day the owner guy
took a photo in the main den room. And in the den was this mirror.
So they developed the picture and in the freaking mirror on the photo was
a bunch of dead people just standing there, looking dead and scary.
To this day I never forgot that. It still gives me the creeps.
Then there's other things I can still remember as well, like some television
show taping inside a bedroom in a haunted house. Then later on when
they played the tape back, they saw the top of a person's head just walking
by in the window behind the host (who was sitting on the bed). It
would be explainable, but they were on the second floor, about 20 feet
off the ground! Just plain freaky. Actually, everybody's got
some ghost story or another. Like my mom told me when she was young
she and her friends did this seance with this homemade Ouija board (with
a spinner that points to the letters or something) and they contacted Elvis
Presley, and then the spinner levitated from the table! Man, that's
what I wanna do. Just go to a cemetery on Halloween night and have a
seance. I wanted to do it last year, but nobody wanted to go.
It's funny, tho. I'm so terrified of ghosts, but I'd be the first
one to propose something like that. But after all, it is only mental.
Fear - it's only in the mind. You're not in any real danger, but
you still get scared, which proves it's a malfunction that if you could
control, it would prove a great amount of discipline on your part.
Mind over matter. Power of suggestion. Or something.
I think that sometimes...it's also called courage ;)
was always my favorite holiday)