August 2009: Jack O'Lantern Swing Set

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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?

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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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