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.

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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

August 2009: Jack O'Lantern Swing Set

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.

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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...

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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...

June 2009: Accidental Collection

Accidental

I. Vagrancy

I didn’t belong here, in the Peaceful Valley, where the Honest Folk dwelt, and made their living off the earth and sky. It was no secret that I was born to none of them, they of the sandy rough hair and bright eyes. I of the dark and olive features never had a name. They just called me Quintas, as in the fifth known of my kind.

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Survival

___________Once it started there was no stopping it. You can’t undo a flood. It covers the world and nature eventually adjusts to the new, thicker air. I waited for my own personal morals to stretch their boundaries and adjust to the events of last month, but I am not that kind of survivor.

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July 2008: Ghostbusters 3

Ghostbusters III

_________“Good Evening, New York. This is channel one reporting live from the scene of one of the oddest homicides we’ve seen in a while. I am currently standing in High Bridge Park on the outskirts of the Bronx. Behind me, as you can see, is the historic High Bridge connecting to Manhattan where a man’s body was discovered. His body was seen from where I am standing by an early morning jogger. The body, as officials have confirmed, is bloated from time in the river below. The cause of death is said to be asphyxiation due to drowning. The part about this whole scenario that has officials puzzled is how the body appeared in the center of this bridge.”

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Ghostbusters 2.5

Warm kisses from the frost covered lips of New Yorkers on New Year’s Eve pecked Louis’s face as the pink wall of slime covering the museum cracked open and began to melt. A smile worthy of an Olympic gold cup medalist spread across the face of Louis Tully. “I did it! I helped you guys! I did it. I did it!” he exclaimed as the roar of the crowd got louder and the slime dissipated back into the sewers and netherworlds in which it came from.

peter is ready to believe you.

June 2008: Goodnight Puzzles

"日本語 困惑"

“What do we know about this one?”
“Just the one Asian that needs to be taken out.”
“Do you anticipate a resistance?”
“The boss said not to, but I think we should be prepared anyway.”
“We should have shotguns for this shit,” Karen giggled as she got out of the car. After she shut the door, she checked her hair and dress in the reflection of the car’s window.
“How do I look?” Karen asked. Jack walked around to the other side of the beat up Cadillac that the company gave them for the job. Starting with her feet, he began a close inspection of Karen’s appearance.
“Let’s see…shoes, check. Clear pantyhose, check, but you know I’m a fan of bare legs.” Karen smiled at the compliment about her legs that almost happened. “And we continue, let’s see. Turn around for me?” Karen did a brief 360 degree turn with the grace of a grade school ballerina. “Hmm…that dress does not accentuate your posterior the way that your black business suit does.”
“Stop talking about my ass. We’re professionals!”
“Right, well you asked me how you look, and I’m giving you a fair answer. Having a nice butt is important in this line of work.”
“Jack, come on.”
“Fine,” Jack said with a devious grin. “You’ve been wearing your hair in that same early 90’s Demi Moore style for the past six months, so perhaps it’s time for a change there but other than that, I think you look great. Now can we get to work?”
Karen closed her eyes and handed a shit eating grin on a plate to Jack. “Absolutely.”
“Sun’s going down. Let’s do this.”

peter's story was inspired by Youtube videos of insane Japanese people. He also enjoys mustard.

Andromeda and Nereid

__________He tried to keep the swirling sensation of his guttural panic hidden from Reid. But he couldn't help it. Without even thinking about it, he searched for a line of the horizon in the pitch. His eyes focused, narrowed, dilated, all without his thoughts. Like breathing, his automatic attention was dimmed and sharpened. The air was thick, everything was a shade of shadow, sometimes charcoal, sometimes ink. The moon was hidden and there wasn't even a sign of silver glow behind the clouds, nothing but slow moving bulks in what he had to only assume was the sky because it was what he saw when he stretched his neck and looked up. When Reid emerged from his cabin every few hours, he came up with a lantern and shone it in Andre's face making his eyes water from the shock of the brightness. Reid pulled and jangled the chains to ensure they were still tight. Andre knew they were because his arm had gone numb what could have been hours ago. Another night dragged itself across the sky. In the mornings Andre slept.

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May 2008: Biblical Unicorn

Each Blade of Grass

___As I gazed across the field, I could not help but notice how green the grass looked after the rain. Combined they were perfectly uniform, forming a shining carpet, almost soft in texture. I picked up my hooves to see the imprint they left. The grass was squished into a perfect replica of where my weight was once held. As I focused my attention on my mark I could see the blades around it, some were taller than others, some blades greener, some even brown, dead and yet still standing. Amazing how perfect they all looked together from far away. Intent on what was below me I could see the young blades, struggling to grow to the height of their elders, and the old blades, struggling to survive against nature's ultimate decree of an end for all things.


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Repent

For all the negative press that this place has been getting in recent years, to their credit it does feel really peaceful and serene in here. I always pictured places like this as having a musky smell, like Nana’s attic or something, but it smells like candle wax in here. Not quite sure of the exact scent, but I do know that whatever it is, it’s something red. Rosary isn’t the right word, but it’s the first one that comes to mind.

peter watches the leaders of the world play like little birds throwing stones. Click here to read the rest of his story.

Biblical Unicorn

_There is a place that exists in every Judeo-Christian child’s mind that houses all the incredible characters of their moralistic bedtime stories. A retainer full of paired species, incredible marine mammals, giants and women who can give birth indefinitely, most inhabitants in this land are pleased that they are kept alive through tradition and conditioning of the young. All are pleased, that is, except for one. That would be me and this is my story.

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April 2008: Drowning Highchairs