ALWAYS AGREE

The James Bond Theme.

2006-12-29T13:08:58Z

IT IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS TO FISH OR OBSERVE WAVES FROM EXPOSED COASTAL STRUCTURES OR ROCKS DURING HIGH SURF CONDITIONS. INSTABILITY SHOULD REMAIN RELATIVELY WEAK BUT DUE TO THE STRENGTH OF THE JET COUPLETS IN PLACE ACROSS THE REGION FRIDAY NIGHT. SOUTHEAST WIND AT 15 TO 25 MPH. TOTAL STORM ACCUMULATION FROM 9 TO 11 INCHES. STRONGEST WINDS OUT OF CHANNELLED TERRAIN. BE SURE TO PROTECT BOATS AND AIRCRAFT.

WIND ADVISORY IN EFFECT FROM NOON TO 6 PM AST FRIDAY. THIS ADVISORY INCLUDES THE COMMUNITIES OF YES BAY AND BELL ISLAND. PLEASE STAY TUNED TO NOAA WEATHER RADIO OR YOUR FAVORITE LOCAL WEATHER NEWS SOURCE FOR UPDATES ON THIS WINTER STORM. ESPECIALLY FOR HIGH PROFILE VEHICLES.

WINDS VEERING TO THE SOUTH TO SOUTHWEST BY THE EARLY EVENING FRIDAY BECOMING 15 TO 25 MPH WITH GUSTS TO 35.

THEY WILL BE FEWER AND PROVIDE LITTLE ADDITIONAL SNOWFALL ACCUMULATION. WHICH IS IN EFFECT UNTIL 12PM PST FRIDAY. WHILE THE STRONG WINDS ARE NOT EXPECTED TO BE AS WIDESPREAD ACROSS THEVALLEYS. ANOTHER STORM SYSTEM WILL BRING SIGNIFICANT SNOWFALL TO THE REGION TONIGHT THROUGH FRIDAY MORNING. FROST ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT FROM MIDNIGHT TONIGHT TO 9 AMPST FRIDAY FOR THE CENTRAL AND SOUTHERN SAN JOAQUIN VALLEY.

A STRONG STORM SYSTEM WILL BRING WIND GUSTS TO 45 MPH TONIGHT.

CONSIDER TAKING EXTRA WINTER CLOTHING AND OTHER EMERGENCY SUPPLIES IN YOUR VEHICLE.

SNOW CONTINUING INLAND WITH UP TO 3 ADDITIONAL INCHES BY 9 PM.

ESPECIALLY FOR MOTORISTS WITH HIGH PROFILE VEHICLES.

PLEASE ADVISE THE APPROPRIATE OFFICIALS OR FIRE CREWS INTHE FIELD OF THIS RED FLAG WARNING. HIGH WIND WARNING IN EFFECT FROM 6 PM THIS EVENING TO NOON AST FRIDAY.

THIS ADVISORY INCLUDES THE COMMUNITIES OF YES BAY AND BELL ISLAND. 6 FEET BY TUESDAY MORNING. SOUTHEAST WIND AT 15 TO 25 MPH.

ROOF AND SIGN DAMAGE ARE POSSIBLE.

CLOUDY SKIES WITH RAIN WILL CONTINUE.

Your husband isn't dead. He's hiding.

2006-12-25T03:00:08Z

Black makeup smeared, dripping, oozing down my cheeks. my dress, ripped from the fall, is completely soaked in a vile concoction the likes of which only the very depths of Hell itself is capableof brewing.

and somehow i am here, entirely saturated in it. the thick salty mung-like odor hangs in the air, fills my nostrils. my eyes water. i hold it back as best as i can. my throat becomes lumpy and soon i am lost in the wild heated moment:

                                                                      my stomach twists and turns
                                                                 my vision becomes blurrrrrrrred.
         a man whom i had no relationship with came into the store today. he was dressed like a gentleman, his complexion glowing in the mid-december sunshine. such soft skin, i looked at him with a hunger i'd not felt in XXXX    yxexaxxxxxrs.     he approached me and asked for the time.     ah telt 'im: i've been running out.     he laughed politely and scurried off, to find someone overflowing with the luxury of The Illusion of Time.   i watched him dissapear into the distance, his silhouette merging with and then becomine the layer of smog. my eyes burned.

i just stood there.
i just stood there, for hours. not thinking anything, no pondering the great wonders of the world. no postulating on the conundrums that comprise our very existences on this cold, unloving rock.
just standing. eventually i snapped out of it and headed home.

my left shin shattered. 26 stitches across my face. they never stopped asking questions, and i never stopped lying to them. the whereabouts of the weapon, who i was with that night, and most definitely what i was wearing. my god, if only they knew.

my teeth shattered against the concrete and muscle swelled, tearing my skin into tiny chunks that fell onto the warm cement and curled upon being warmed.     a hotly colored swirl of bile and cerumen enveloped me and slowly sucked the air out of my lungs. my only reaction was the excretion of a single Tear of Shame, which by the time it reached the floor had completely vaporised.

a dolphin, with the head of a man.

how can that be possible if there's no sky?

2006-12-17T00:48:55Z

my knees, bruised from so much relying on them for support as of late, wouldn't bend. i turn't my upper body to the left and felt the cold breeze slap my face. shit, i left the window open. i could feel small specks of water trailing into the room, finding their way through the screen and onto my face, my pillow, my windowsill.

over               over
over and over
receive the colded shoulder.

there was no way to predict the immesurable silence that followed. looking straight through me, as though i were made of glass. there was almost nothink malicious to the behaviours, and yet almost nothing felt sincere. a going-through of the motions. from so much practice almost no effort was necessary for a while.

i stood there as close to the tree as it would mind, and pressed my fingers into the earth. a low groan could be heard from the dirt, and when i pulled my hand out it was smeared with blood. i covered the hole back up and walked                                                                                                                                                                                                                            away.

A Krishna on the Ledge.

2006-12-13T08:13:27Z

unfortunately, i could recall every moment with a clarity i've yet to re-experience. the scent of lavendar in the air, stained with three-day olde whine: CARPet; dandelions (twenty-three of them, all lined up at 45degree angle from the wall, red clay pots), a bookshelf (and yet there seemed to be no acquisition of knowledge this entire time, despite the volumes placed in such a condescending manner and suspiciously, the car ride over had been unusually bumpy. had i been dreaming this entire time?) //

-the currency of every dare.

i release a lungful of carcinogens into the air. i wonder aloud if anyone will be able to notice. three, four, the fifth burns out halfway through and i am suprisingly relieved. a step outside, and i am reborne. the sun beats down mercilessly, frying my brain within the crock-Pot that is myne skull. regardless of the hour, i think, i should take the time to read some more. a choir of seemingly thousands of sparrowes chirping, singing relentlessly, filling the former void of serenity with a cacophony of sound. i shudder, take one last look at the bursting world of color surrounding me, flick, lock the door. it is 4 AM.

silence. the batting of an eye. a muffled whisper from down the hall.

Nine:
upon the draining of my bladder, the floor beneath me turn't to jell-o. the wall shifts; first blue and then red and finally a brilliant iridescent white. it is beyond white, a melding of everything within the Spectrum and further than i could ever hope to sense. i pass through a corridor of some sort and cannot help but to think that i've seen/heard this all before. a light ringing. a light ringing. a name, Misspronounced? a familiar churning brings me to my knees and i can feel days worth of Bad Aim through my "flannels" and with a quick eructation the contents of my stomach (a grim reminder of the night previous) spill forth. my face, spattered with translucent pinkish-green droplets (soy flavored with sardine powder, frozen lettuce false cheeses deep frie(n)d within a folded corn pressing) twists at the chalky flavor now filling my mouth. the twisting of reality has ceased and i stand up.

---two \\\\

the quiet of the road is disheartening. a low hum fills my left ear, always. the days of reproach are over, the time for revolution is here here HERE, and yet:

i spent sixteen hours today on _________.
he's gay. this sucks.

this is not aRT!!!!

One the roof: nearly slipping 40 feet into the soft, soft grass beneath a quick flash somewhere within the recesses of my mind sets off a series of events that can only be accredited to the GEnius of the Man-Next-Door. i took the POt and boiled the water for three hours, exactly as described. i refilled what had been lost to vaporization in 15 minute intervals, allways keeping near the front of my consciousness what(andwhy) it was that happened in the days before, and what could happen in the days to follow were i not intervening.

the Elderly woman looked at Us with a mild discontent and proceeded to describe (in chilling detail) what it was that happened that night. allegories later, i've noticed a small wet spot on the front of my shirt. blouse? this is a testament to the tenacity of the Storyteller, and i excuse myself.

The door securely locked, i lift my shirt.

small red sports have appear'd on my chest,
shifting and almost rhythmically moving across my flesh.

according to what i (we) have been led to believe, everything is going to be fine. it is all going to be Okay.

no Thank You's.
no Goodnights.
just a good cold stare and a swift shift on the heel. rumble of the engine, and gone. i sat, perched atop the balcony cross-legged. quiet. calm. complacent. Blue, Red, and then White. Beyond.

and again i must stress, that these accusations are false and ludicrously inaccurate. lest you take pleasure in the Twisting and Breaking of reality, i suggest a brisk walk and some time allone to think things out.

this operation has timed out, and the session has been inactive for over 20 minutes.

THank You.

Goodnight.

why be an average guy any longer?

2006-12-07T23:43:37Z

i sat, mesmerized. the gentle heaving of her chest, the redness around her eyes. the amount of blood left me speechless.

a Creep in the cellar.

2006-11-23T04:27:04Z

each one more outrageous and obscene than the one preceding it. you've got your hand sin your pockets, breathing surging twisting like a power tool. "i'll tell you what i'm gonna do" Silence! be silent. a horror-ific churning in my stomach brought me to my knees, i hadn't even walked a block yet. i leaned forward and rolled off of the sidewalk for fear of some sort of authority figure catching me in such a state would be a most shameful thing to have to recall in the morning. that these sorts of things are still happening is Most Distressing, to say the Least.

i wonder if anybody is actually going to be there. many ties seem to have been cut. all of them, actually.

-as i read these words, a feeling of dread came over me. could it be that i had somehow produced a faulty, beastly and certainly unkempt heathen? o but Lord, i have only ever been Good and Virtuous!! Why have You forsaken me?

i have no idear as to why i would ever end up listening to this god-awful song.

the Great Boiling Ham.

2006-11-23T01:28:09Z

a violent upheaval, turning into a vast ocean of calmness settling sand and into the back room where i once lay nude (with a cousin, perchance? i cannot recall. there seems to be a moment in time etched into my head that won't go away, where some sort of Game...mere childhood curiosity-harmless unless developed into Something Else later on- and then it all ends suddenly with no resolution), fighting every step of the way. and also as the clear liquid soaked into my ripped jeans i remembered something else: the smell of burnt rubber filling my nostrils, the acrid odor slamming into the back of my skull; nearly knocking me down with force. do you know what it's like to ask questions only to have them ripped asunder? probably not. you'll never be denied again, not now. not in that dress. the phone ranted and raved and then everything was over abruptly, pages turned and yellowed and tore and the words spilled off of them, thousands of m's and t's and o's, i's, e's, a's, v's, y's, w's, s's, p's, r's, u's, c's, n's, d's, k's, j's, f's, b's, x's, q's, g's, w's, t's; all of them, pouring onto the floor, piling up like so many egg-like globules from the pores of my skin smeared with lipstick. the pile keeps getting larger and the same song is on repeat-well, not the whole song, just those twelve seconds in the middle...but they keep looping it, trying to break me. i won't let them. i'll just keep squeezing and pinching and poking and getting poked and eventually i'll have enough. the sinew will tear, the flesh will coagulate and gel into something greater than anybody could have ever imagined, a glorious return to the days of long ago, chivalry/manhood/is that brandon? a hoerse tore past me on the sidewalk, carrying a blonde who seemed to be sipping a straw from the skull of a small Ugandan child. this was nothing new here though. everyday some new atrocity was showing it's face in the most public of places and no matter what the outcry was, no matter who was protesting, by the time word got to the officials that something dastardly was indeed going on it was too late. it had already taken seed in the Hive Mind, collectively tearing down just one more wall that had been built up for us in the past two-hundred years.

*nudity, between himself and various members of the audience. this act went on for several weeks before anybody complained. a man by the name of Sal Godsworth had taken his family to see the show, remembering the comedians face from an old situation comedy a genre of comedy programs which originated in radio. Today, sitcoms are found almost exclusively on television, as one of its dominant narrative forms. Sitcoms usually consist of recurring characters in a common environment such as a home or workplace. and not knowing what had happened to the shell of a man in the years betwixt the show which had made him a household name and the opening of his one-man (for the first fifteen minutes of the opening night) show. by the time the authorities had obtained the paperwork they needed to get the thing shut down, hundreds more had popped up around the city.

a light c/blue concoction.

2006-09-12T06:18:04Z

as i wrote, the pen inexplicably burst in my hand. halfway through entwining. for some reason i just sat there. i stared at the ink soaking through the fibres of the paper, leaking down to the carpet beneath, staining it black. Unwashable. the sheet of paper absorbed as much ink as it could and i stared. i watched the midsection of the paper become soggy and weak, eventually dispersing and splitting up right before my eyes, with no provocation. the two halves then split into smaller pieces, which seemed to liquify and dissapear into the carpet. a light steam rose from where the sheet was and floated gently to my ceiling, where it proceeded to tear through the roof of my house and keep rising into the realms of the atmosphere i will never reach. a light dust fell upon my face, getting into my eyes and causing me to sneeze. i looked down at my hands. three large welts had formed, each with a personality all it's own!

The Walrus.

2006-09-01T00:55:35Z

Two workmen had finished polishing the varnished wooden pillars as the audience began to come. But toward the stage the flames, driven by the sea-wind, were beating up through the rafters. A shooting star had left a scrawl of flame in the sky. Riddle, and he suspected that she was, as he put it, holding out the coin on him. If Sharon was going to pull stuff like that on him, he ought to teach her a lesson. Jesus baptized in the sweet waters of Jordan! Of what value were doggerel hymns raggedly sung?

To every congregation he had served these forty years, he had beena shepherd.
Then her voice was strong again; she rose on the wave of drama.
And after all, you did start the show; I came in late.
They rushed into the hall, they heard the key in her lock, and she ignored their rapping. Frank disliked him, and did not know him. The platform was not connected with the promenade.
Furious with pain, senseless with fear, he raged, You can go to hell! The preparation for his labors was not too fatiguing. You have a contract, but you can sue and be damned.
He growled, Say, for goodness sake, Shara, don't HOLLER and carry on like that!

A rag glowed round the edges, wormlike, then lit in circling flame.

Would it be better for the Kingdom if I forgot my ambition and followed you? Why, my God, Shara, you know what you are!

I am part of Universal Mind and thusly I summon to me my rightful Universal Power.

You think I'm going to deny flirting with Lily. He was supposed to bring peace to mankind.

confidently orange.

2006-09-01T00:51:06Z

The first Christmas above a grave can never be a wholly joyous thing.
It had seemed to hurt her even more than seeing her home burn.
Can you guess whos been here inquiring for you, Judy? They had been dust for many years but their love lived on.
And from the other window we can see the sunset while we eat our supper. Letters were forwarded but parcels weren't.
I can't understand my not knowing all these years that it was you I loved. We'll sit there caring only when we want to care for what is outside .
She came back from them looking as if she were of the band of grey shadows herself.
May went home for the day, so there was no jarring presence. This is nonsense, said Pat, giving herself a shake.
And this is the last of my broken-backed love affairs theyll ever have to worry over.
Besides, you WERE taking me too muchfor granted, Pat. I want to have you wholly to myself for an hour before we go back to Swallowfield. We can eat with the sound of the pines in our ears. There'll be a bit of money in the bank after my funeral expenses be paid. And I don't mind taking chances with my own life . David bent forward and looked her squarely in the face.
At least you belonged toyourself when you were lonely. I'm thinking God himsilf would have laughed at the face of her. Can you guess who's been here inquiring for you, Judy?
There is nowhere I could go where I would be half as happy as I am at Silver Bush.
But there was something wonderful even in loneliness.
Never could ye be saying temperature to Edith again, poor soul.
We'll spend our honeymoon in a chalet in the Austrian Tyrol, Pat.
But she really didnt mind it so much for herself.
They carried her to her bed in the kitchen chamber and sent for The Good Doctor.
She had knelt there in keen happiness and bitter sorrow.
Besides, you WERE taking me too much for granted, Pat.

dearest,

2006-08-01T02:25:25Z

standing there with a cigarette i didn't really want dangling from my limp arm, i noticed it. it had been there the whole time in front of me, always rearing it's vicious head, it's unrelenting ugliness. the vast hollowness of everyone around me, swallowing every last shred of integrity and credibility into a chasm of dark nothingness occupied by every last nobody, has-been and wannabe in the Greater Los Angeles Metropolitan region. the aged hipster in the white leather jacket (in the middle of summer) kept running his fingers across my shirt and talking about the tiny clothes he has that would fit me.

"what are ya, a size 24? 25?" his eyeballs were practically pushing the sunglasses he wore (at midnight) off of his head.

i told him i didn't know what size pant i wore and ignored his accusations of "faking it" and his raves about how in THIS city, this fucking place, everyone has to know what size pants they wear. when he calmed down, i got his phone number to shut him up and made a mental note to never, ever call it.

____

i wished you were there the whole time.
i wished you were there to keep my mind off of the scantily clad drunken harlots filling the sidewalk and the air with their mindless chatter ranging every topic from Stupid Shit to Absurd Meaninglessness.
i wished you were there to toss me the "god, this place sucks" eyes.
i wished you were there to tell me i did well, because i don't believe anyone else.

__

but, as we all know, wishes are one of the most inconsequential acts any of us could ever participate in. to stare longingly into another person's eyes and wish with all of your being that they knew how you felt when all it would take is a few simple words and a hand gesture or two. completely pointless.

i once watched a sunset and wished the entire time that i was there with somebody. my cell phone was on and i was not far from anybody i know.

to wish is to give up, to toss aside any delusion that you might actually be able to get what you want.

You get ahead with the dot and dash system.

2006-01-12T20:50:22Z

Will you pull? Will you pull? These native children make this and sell you the joint. How many good ones and how many bad ones! Please! I had nothing with him; he was a cowboy in one of the...seven days a week fight. No business, no hangout; no friends, nothing; just what you pick up and what you need.
1: my eyes darted to her warm flesh. she lifted the bright red dress (just an inch!) to reveal a most delicious thigh. she then proceeded to pour chicken broth all over it.

64: me, with a moustache.

1043: free as a bird. from head to toe and then back again. "we got 'em, champ. we got 'em." a solitary tear fell from Paw's eye and hit the ground at the exact spot where, 15 years before, i had been concieved.

i feel as though overnight i have been re-borne in this new skin.

seventeen years.

2005-11-23T11:07:07Z

...and unbeknow'st to them, the world was indeed perfect.

the mange.

2005-11-15T10:32:56Z

falling in/out of sleep. fumigate the premesis, there's been an outbreak. spread slowly amongst friends. a tightly knnnnnit group. we'll choke on malathion.

head to toe.

head to toe.

the plight of the leper.

2005-10-30T22:33:35Z

my hands are covered in tiny bumps that are filled with a clear liquid. my entire body is constantly itching. i walk around scratching myself like some sort of diseased transient. my new kitty catty keeps me up all night by scratching my back and clawing my legs and pulling my hair incessantly. everyone i see is being followed by a tiny question mark. nearly every social interaction i have outside of the 5-6 people i see nearly everyday is awkward and terrifying. a boy came to the door today asking about my relationship with jesus christ and i told him "i don't make those decisions."

breaking open the head.

2005-10-18T18:48:21Z

Dear True Friend Castle:

even butterfly smile captain cat coin jelly. flake, hope i (greet and meet you) sunday afternoon w/ clay star tattoo. penmanship. keep it. NO! walrus slipper phonebook swim down, in but. mouth foot always and but stapler it concrete. of ring swallowed not first up further glance branch the seem detect came through. walls, when wave generic defeat stench theory.

--oh, and an hour and phortye phyve minutes of a writhing 1/2 dressed Kiera Knightley. and yes, i am complaining.

sub-Sub.

2005-10-07T19:58:40Z

GREATER POOP: Is Eris true?
MALACLYPSE THE YOUNGER: Everything is true.
GP: Even false things?
M2: Even false things are true.
GP: How can that be?
M2: I don't know man, I didn't do it.

''

2005-10-07T10:24:30Z

very strange insect-like creature[s] with unthinkably horrible hands.

ripped edge.

2005-10-01T22:05:52Z

-queezing them out, one after another. i picked each one up carefully and placed them in a box lined with an old favorite cotton sweater of mine. by the end of it all (three hours later), my hands were soaked and red.

the stains wouldn't wash out for weeks.

>

2005-10-01T18:12:14Z

and all i can do is read a book to stay awake.

tagg't.

2005-10-01T07:57:18Z

10 things thatm's maked "happie."

un. Ron N Staumpey.

deux. psilocybe cubensis.

tri. impending doom//

quad. jesus.

quin. \\leiler.

sex.

==
i sat there, stunned at how long it took me to come up with five measly things.

mayhaps next time.

eat something.

pulse.

2005-09-24T19:13:03Z

i have seen the universe in the trees and love permeating through every facet of existence.

and the best part: it will not go away.

shape-shifting reptoids.

2005-09-24T19:08:27Z

and i just sat there, on the rock. feeling like the sound of the water and the light laughter of the leaves was passing through me into the stone i was sitting on into the earth and then bursting back out somewhere else, taking everything i know along with it.

and the universe was in her eyes!

we're such fucking hippies.

chicken head bread!

2005-08-23T05:40:34Z

...i'm moving to Acromeglia. Goodbye.

him's guts.

2005-08-22T00:02:15Z