Wednesday, November 21, 2007

I left this as a comment to someone early this year.

As one walked into the tall building, there was a shot from below, showing how he thinks of himself as tall as well, comparing him to the building and showing from the angle that there is not much difference, metaphorically demonstrating the thought in his mind. Upon entering through the revolving door, he feels immediately smaller in the tall domed interior of this gargantuan edifice. It is ironic how from outside looking in, one can see something huge and call it small, but from inside a situation, the magnitude of any action is immense. He climbs the stairs to look at the directory, representing the heartbreaking fact that when you're at the bottom, you can't even gain direction without knowing where to go and pulling yourself closer toward the unknown future and risk getting to the top and falling all the way back down before getting a chance to learn anything. The only difference here is that all large buildings will have a directory, and a man of his apparent stature will know that, and in the life of the fallen, that man may not know of the directory and the life-changing information it keeps.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Physics

The inclined plane of my heart has been twisted into a screw so severe that it has punctured itself, and the love which once inhabited it now flows in a great rush onto the ground, into the dirt, and through the roots and leaves of the many plants which surround me, forcing its way into the atmosphere before returning through any number of paths and unwinding my tense body into a life giving fortress once more.

I dunno...

For the last time, I am telling you that without this piece of machinery, our doomsday device can never be completed in the fashion which was laid out hundreds of years ago in the prophecy of Goh-Nan, which we have followed so closely for these millenia, and which we shall continue to follow through all eternity, even in death learning and pleasing the book which has brought us all our success and wisdom.

Monday, November 5, 2007

The Flies!!!

For the love of all that is holy, the FLIES!!! They buzz around and around, like little fighter pilots, dodging my swift hand as though bred for it, laying their eggs every five seconds, eating my food and drinking my water, tickling my nose and blocking my vision, being pests to the core, selling their souls for that tiny scrap of meat on which to birth their vile spawn, those white maggots which haunt so many nightmares, which ruin so many appetites, which will someday take over and become the dominant species. I hit one! In the air, then against a wall, but my hand was not fierce enough, and it was not dazed for even a moment. Flying away like nothing happened, taking my meaning with it.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Toilets

For throughout the white plastic pipe of life, there are many elbow joints, sometimes two in a row so that you double back upon yourself, and sometimes there is a u-turn which is affected by gravity, such as in the back of a toilet, so that you will keep building your life up and up, becoming more and more successful, until one day it gets too full, you lose grip of it all, and as you grasp for one thing another runs away, so you let go and go after it, but it was already gone, and by the time you come back for the rest of it, your bowl is empty, letting you see the stains on the side, undistorted by the water, unmagnified by your mind, just simple failures which made you who you are. And after you stop crying, you will realize that it was the best day of your life.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

21

Is it normal for people to all get married at the same time, when they are 21? Or earlier? I don't want to be married right now. I'm 21.

Twenty-one.

That is a young number. Why not figure yourself out? Become a successful person?

I guess it's a personal choice that I shouldn't question.