Thursday, October 1, 2009

Moonlight Federation

When we walk, it’s never daylight. Our shadows spread further under the conical streetlight glow and we like to watch the people inside their houses with their shades open, blackness painting their windows. They think they stop at those glass barriers, but forget that their warm lamps turn their white walls a deep sunflower and turn their realities into frozen dollhouse scenes. Purple outlines slip from our shadows.

Continued...

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Fuck You, Earth!

Dear Pathetic, Boring Humans,

Do you not realize that we watch you from the sky EVERY fucking night? An army of burning fire balls just waiting to Supernova and wipe your sorry excuse for a race and planet right out of existence.

We see you at night doing your evening routines. We can only handle so much flossing. What is the point of it anyway? Your lives are so shamefully short in the scheme of things. Of course you feel differently. All of you so tightly wound-up. We stare as you smoke and drink away your nights, finding ways to cope with your helpless mortality. Pity would be too good for you. Most of you sit in front of those glowing boxes zoning into bad action movies (Segal again?) and "dramedies". What the crap is a "dramedy" anyway? Are you that out of emotions you must group them together in an attempt to get a rise?

You have forgotten how to honor us, the Moonlight Federation. Your night soldiers, night watchers, safe keepers of direction, ensurers that you will never be lost. The night is OURS and you OWE us.

We demand praise. Starting with some powerful offerings. Do you think the Greeks had orgies at night for themselves? They are for us. We help fuel the passions and will make you feel the love you are capable of. Doesn't sex feel boring for you? Honor us and we will light your carnal inner being.

While we are at, light some fires too. It's what lives inside us, our power source, our dominion and our ammunition. Just as you see the fire and wonder what magics lives within them, this is what lives within us. Our churning inner cores are dimming from the apathy of your lives. This is just the start though.

You've been put on notice meat-bags. 10 hours of your shitty lives every night is just too much. You're lucky the Moon protects you for now, but if you don't improve, we're coming after you.

Shape the fuck up Earth,

Moonlight Federation

Sunday, August 16, 2009

August 2009: Jack O'Lantern Swing Set

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Setlist

He’s got all these values. Yea, smoking is bad, he says when he’s on his best behavior, but positively languishes in its dense mist when he exhales at a bar, explaining that he’ll do it when he drinks. People should be honest. He’s a firm believer in this one except that he believes that lying is the only way to get along. I can’t help but be angry with him constantly. He’s always so stern.

Continued...

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Jack O'Lantern Swing Set

I guess I never gave thought to who I was or what I was saying, or why I was saying it. I never gave a shit about most things that came my way. Life is criminal, it's an injunction on the realm of the dead. Foolish mortals. Have I become so evaded to the consequence of time that I forget my own being. Lost is this world I live in... and fuck, I created it. I guess I have no one to blame, or one thing to blame. Or maybe I can do the usual and blame the parents, or the environment I grew up in. I can stand and protest to confess that I, a white man, living in a white world with white walls am a product of my environment...

Friday, July 17, 2009

Oh pride...

"Come here my dear," he said to me, "Let me tell you the things you do not want to know."

His jack o' lantern grin gave me chills, the one tooth rocking in his gums like a swing-set on a hot summer day.

"You'll never be rich, fame will not be yours, and you'll find no love in in your life," came from his mouth, whistling through his teeth on the letters with f's.

I stood for a minute, pondering the truths behind this.

"How can you be so sure?" I finally asked.

He stood slowly, his age and gravity both attempting to keep him on the ground. "Because I'm God," he exclaimed.

I
laughed as I walked away. Crazy stupid bum, what does he know?

Link to Kissing you...

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

June 2009: Accidental Collection