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Skid-a-marink a Slinky-slink

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on July 29, 2012| Leave a Comment »

This one just kind of slinked its way into my brain and so I started tapping . . .

Everyone Loves . . .

I slink through the creek bed under a low cool stream across the smoothed stones. I then slink onto cool, mossy sandy shore over logs and through bushes. I slink up a tree to rest for the night. Slinking is all I do, you see, I, am a slinky.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, that’s just plain silly! But, It’s true. What you don’t realize is that after the last election, when Mitt Romney became president, he launched a nuclear attack against Iran, accidentally sent one of the nukes into Israel, Israel fired back at the U.S., then China fired at Israel because they wanted their money from the U.S., the U.S. fired at China because the U.S. always has the back of the holy land, and Pakistan started firing in every direction because it got scared, which of course set India off, and all you people died in a horrible fiery mess because you didn’t learn your lesson the last time you hired the town idiot to be president. Of course, the truly odd thing is the way my species was created because of the radiation. The cockroach people of Marseilles were created due to the increased ambient radiation, but not my species; not directly anyway.

No, we formed a slightly different way. After the blasts, several Slinkys went slinging off in different directions from the sheer force of the explosions alone. Those with the most momentum wound up slinking at before unheard of velocities through all sorts of different animal and vegetable matter. A slinky passed through some lichen, the carcass of a opossum, picked up a couple of ants, got wound up in some tree leaves, was drenched in the blood of a moose, then wound up in the festering radioactive abdomen of a human being. After stewing in that abdomen for about five minutes all the genetic material fused, and a new species was born. Imagine if a worm had a spine and was hairy!

Of course, that wasn’t the only of our species created. I mean, that many Slinkys flying off at such high speeds in that many directions through all that raw genetic material with so many radioactive human torsos to incubate in, the odds were simply in the favor of the genus of slinkskus that day! And so, depending on the region where the Slinkys flew and the indigenous flora and fauna of those regions, accordingly different species of slinkskus emerged. Basic evolution for you really.

So, about 500 years after the fact, here I am slinking through a lush wood in North America. We’ve developed a basic society in which we share whatever we need with each other and serve each other all we can give to make each other happy to the best of our individual abilities. We work together to make sure that none are ever wanting the basics for living healthily enough to be able to cultivate more individually than merely health. And the rule of our society on all parts of the world is simple and thereby successful: First, do no harm. It’s sad that the human beings weren’t able to conceive of a concept so practical and so simple, but, you can’t really hold a stupid bunch of primates accountable can you? I mean, that’s the thing about lower intelligence, you just can’t hold it against them for not thinking in terms of their own best interests.

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Recurring Character

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on July 22, 2012| 1 Comment »

So the first one I wrote most of while watching improv comedy. This one I wrote while listening to my friend sing the blues with her band. I don’t know if I’ll be writing anymore episodes while viewing other forms of art, but as of now she is officially recurring, if not but just for now . . .

Winding Road

Leslie stood and took one step forward. Two steps later across the carpeted floor and she was walking through the wall painted white; one step later she saw her other foot through to a dirt path winding through the trees, her house nowhere behind her to be found.

Her bare feet continued down the soft, cool dirt. A butterfly by her eyes and the flowers of purple, blue, red, and yellow peeking out through the high, green grass seemed to breathe all around her. Behind her it all began to swirl and blend into itself as slowly the path began to be closed in upon by the colors melting into one another. As she stepped forward along the path, a young deer that had recently lost its spots began to follow alongside her. As it continued to follow, its spots of red, white, and purple reappeared and then shortly after again dropped away as she journeyed onward.

Two trees arose either side of her and met at their tops where the branches swayed together as though holding hands in a gentle dance. From that gentle swaying their arms descended together slowly before her, and Leslie took the ends of the branches from both trees in her hands for a moment as though making the acquaintances of both. The trees then raised their arms together again toward the heavens where they returned in holding each other in reverence to the light and vapor suspended in the blue above where occasionally a bird would pass by.

The path slanted ever-so-slightly upward between the trees as, accompanied by her sometimes multi-spotted friend, she made her way onward. The next butterfly to pass by her eyes winked at her from one of the spots on its wing; she decided this particular forest was without question a friendly one.

Looking backward for a moment, she saw the colors swirling over the path behind her. She smiled and stopped walking. She stood still and waited while staring forward. The colors continued to blend forward over the path until at last coming to her heels. She felt herself lifted and carried, her journey forward begun again, the deer just ahead of her and to the side out of reach of the melted forest. Forward the journey continued, and Leslie was delighted to feel herself sliding ever forward, wound around trees as she was glided to following the same path upon which she would be walking had she been left to her own two feet.

Upward it carried her off the forest floor, her four-legged companion continuing its following alongside the path alone down below. Standing still, she felt herself being levitated over the tops of trees and toward the mountain’s summit. Over the next half of an hour she found herself encircling the protrusion of rock, soil, and trees. Round and round was she raised until to the top, where land plateaued, was she brought to rest by that which had carried her this far. Brought no further, she took a single step forward onto the clearing that which she stood upon was now perfectly aligned with. At the other end of the clearing she saw the end of a simple path of dirt where a young deer with spots occasionally dropping off was eating blades of grass sticking out between the flowers.

In the field before her were many flowers, like large daisies, with petals that alternatingly flowed black to white to black to white to black to white continuously through every petal almost as far as her eyes could reach. In the middle of this clearing was a single, giant red rose that reached high upwards and bloomed toward the heavens. It was to the rose she walked now.

There at its base, she looked up and down at the many thorns that grew from its stem. The thorns were so large, though, that they posed no threat of accidentally sticking her. In fact, she assessed at a glance that they seemed to be close enough together that they formed what looked like a sort of ladder that went all the way up the flower’s stalk. Taken as such, she grabbed onto the thorn closest to her accordingly.

Hand-over-hand, foot-by-foot, until coming finally to the hip of the rose, she plunged her hand into a petal sticking up from it, then her other hand into the petal beside it, and between petals she climbed her way into the giant flower. Once her feet were inside, she climbed up a particular petal until it took her up to the flower’s edge, and there she sat.

The scent of the flower filled her as rose while she looked below between forest and path and the swirled color that had brought her to the field below. Then, turning, the sun’s iris looked at her. The eye lighting the sky stared only for a minute or two toward Leslie, then looked down, followed by an eyelid that closed over it before it descended for her below the forest’s floor. During the minute it took for the sun to set, the sky filled with color before opening to black embedded with diamonds everywhere she set her gaze. She marveled to see what she was made of shining upon her from every direction. She turned her body toward the center of the flower and lay down to better breathe in the rose-scented universe with her eyes. She allowed every part of her musculature, mind, and heart to relax. She felt her self as though dissolved into the petal atop which she lay; she felt her self sway coolly, gently with the breath of the cosmos; she let the dazzling jewels of stellar flesh above her fill her eyes and her smile.

Some hours later the sun decided to raise itself again to a place where the sky filled with rainbow, and there the sun stayed. She raised herself by her fingertips atop the petal and inched forward toward the rose’s center until gravity could take the work over, and she glided down into the rose’s core. Feet-first she flowed down, and in, surrounded by fragrance and the silken smooth of the petal upon which she rode. She felt surrounded and hugged by its heart as she continued sliding downward and through. Laughing, she blinked while being engulfed in the pure red. When her eyes opened from her blink, she stood again in the middle of the carpet, surrounded by the white walls of her home. She wondered where her next step would take her.

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Until Next Week . . .

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Hi all! I’ll be walking Relay for Life this weekend, and, as is such my new story won’t go up until next Sunday. Hope y’all have a good week, and, if you haven’t checked it out yet I hope you take a look at the two-parter I posted most recently Wizardry part 1, and Wizardry part 2. Or for that matter please peruse older entries. In the meantime enjoy the walking-related music below.

TTFN!

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More Wizardry

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on July 8, 2012| 1 Comment »

Part 2 of the fictional history written in last weeks entry. While last weeks, and this weeks “history” may or may not take liberties in the telling of the story, I would like to say that it is absolutely true that Steve Jobs, may he rest in peace, ate LSD for a time and is quoted as saying it was, “one of the two or three most important things [he had] done in [his] life.”

The Craft: Part II

Since nature, in her infinite wisdom, had placed the burden of children upon the gender of humanity known as “women,” it was here that the greatest power of humanity lay. And so, whence binding themselves to the nature of “eyes closed,” the worshipers of said principal began working immediately to stifle the power of woman-kind to stand in the way of darkness reapers’ desires to play with minds as though they were marionette puppets.

Once the confusion in primitive war was sewn through the spells cast by words of lies, the first illusions of showing women as otherwise than people was cast. These primitive spells made women to be cattle in the eyes of men, and the same weak minds that succumbed to the words of war began to regard their sisters, mothers, wives, and daughters accordingly.

When the initial confusion was sewn into the minds of the non-magic using men several millennia ago, the women wizards went into hiding knowing what society was becoming in relation to them. In those early days the women wizards were only known amongst the practicing wizardry of light as simply “wizards” because there was no need to designate them as “of light;” no woman in those days could be seduced by shadow magic, they were naturally much too strong and clear-minded. And then shadow-slaves worked to enslave what couldn’t be enslaved by enslaving that which could.

And so, together, men and women of the light sought to counter and dispell the evils being written upon the land. The young orphan boys and girls were taken in to be taught the secret ways of words of light in the times the darkness conjurors had sewn confusion into men’s minds and created society to regard women as cows. The young ones were taught the ways of wizardry to practice and pass on to their young. During this time it was often that the widows of the victims of war were approached to harness the fullness of their power’s potential.

Many of the older women recruited were past the age that it was easiest to teach the ways of words and how the foreign symbols wove together to cast spells for the benefit of those touched in eye or ear by them. These women were given the knowledge in place of words that they could retain; and so were created the educated ones in ways of nature’s gifts of flora and conscious life known as “midwives.”

In retaliation to the attempt to undo their spell, the darkness weavers used one of the religions under their direct control to sew the next most powerful spell casting of the-illusion-of-women-as-not-people since the spell they had cast so many centuries before making women look like cattle in the eyes of weak-minded men. This time they conjured a great spell known as the-opposite-of-the-truth-as-truth to dehumanize women in the thoughts of weak-minded people so that women would be regarded as a concoction of the non-existence thought up as a monster called “witch” that they attributed to a non-existent master that would have ruled over their own spells had such a weak fantasy ever existed in any measure in the real world. So it was these “servants of Devil” who had helped to bring life safely into the world for so long were hunted and tortured to death by the church truly in the clutches of the conception of Satan concocted by the slaves of the darkness.

Once again the women who cast of the light were driven to deepest secrecy. But, the intrinsic light in man rebelled even as their minds were enslaved. As the invention known as “vibrator” was thought into creation with the help of a non-magic using male who had not the mind to fathom the truth of words and wizardry, so was a powerful spell of light working its way into the medical science that the wielders of the blessed scepters had been casting into existence for as long as injury was to be treated. And so, as industrialized health was innovating a new therapy for the last remnants of the previous dehumanizing-spell penned as “hysteria,” an awakening toward the natural inclination to see women as people ushered in the transition from the industrial age to the modern one. As innovation and liberation were shaping the fabric of modern society, the wielders of dark words had difficulty casting any spell craftier than the basest wages of war, which they did become quite proficient at in time of newer innovations.

Since spreading the hysteria necessary for waging war was all the magic they could muster, if they could not control people, those of the dark ages did all they could to sew chaos upon the entirety of the world. Shortly after the first world war the darkness worshipers remembered ancient spells for causing divisions through the bargaining engine for trade people utilized regularly. They then used the economic hardships of the time to spurn further aggression and hatred wherever they could. It was not long before a second world war had been cast by praying upon a self-hating artist and using him against his people who had been left in pain after the previous war of the world. It was during this time that the darkness weavers learned a full mastery in spells of illusion to keep people blind and controllable to grimmest ends. Many bringers of light lost their lives in service to crafting words to suppress the pain contorted into the minds of so many by those who were worshipers of darkest dust.

Through all the wars sewn they had tried, failingly, to ever recapture the fullness of a spell to create the illusion of women otherwise than people. They held no success until shortly after the second great war when society had attempted to create artificial roles of men and women in order to bring order where so recently they had been disoriented and suffered by such great chaos. The artificial nature of society was the perfect climate in which to sew a new spell, but that opportunity was cut short when, in their haste to create a new war of magnitude they turned to new chemical mind-control spells, and they immediately proliferated a potion which worked so counter to their own aims that they facilitated the creation of the great library of light rather than cast the ignorance they needed to create a world in their control. What remained after the potion’s work had been done was the singular seed that would give rise to the third great spell innovated that women be perceived as otherwise than people. This latest spell, however had barely half the efficacy of the past put in place, and, ultimately served only to solidify and make permanent the interconnected knowledge woven together for the benefit of all minds by those whose words spoke light.

While the first spell reduced women to beasts of trade, and the slaves and instruments of demons in the second, this one created the illusion that women were nothing but toys to be consumed and discarded as the rest of the material bought and sold in the modern society. And so the great web of knowledge was bombarded with women selling themselves to distract men from creating usefulness for the rest of the society in which they lived, and that women be regarded not as people, but as only playthings to be discarded when they were found to be boring and not as interesting as the newest merely a thought and brief gesture away, just as easily as obtainable and worthy as the last.

And so it was in the modern age that the battle was waged over the creation of all knowledge between those who would bring light to show the world as it was, and those who would bend light into the shadows to distract the people to ripping themselves apart that they may enjoy themselves by the people sharing in the same suffering that they had chosen for themselves . . .

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Wizardry

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on July 1, 2012| 2 Comments »

This week the first part of a 2-parter. I had fun writing something with a little length and something almost resembling plot for a change. Consider this one toward the more conventional end of the experimental platform. And of course, may you enjoy.

The Craft

Part I

Writing, the conjuror’s art. Remote mind-control at it finest; the direction of ordered creation. The pen the wand; the wielder the practitioner of the art. Ultimately, the practice of directing the consciousness of another. Those who truly are skilled in their craft will direct the reader’s attention even after the physical words have been put aside. In this way wizards have waged war for millennia.

The burning of the Library of Alexandria more than 2000 years ago was the result of a particularly noxious spell written by Ed the Arch-Evil in the times when water canals were one of the greatest achievements of the wizards practicing the arts of illumination. Centuries later, the great wielders of the scepters of light realized their greatest accomplishment since that tragic fire after weaving together spells to keep such a calamity from ever again befalling the minds of men. After ages had passed, their great web of words strung together interconnected boxes of the force of lightning containing all spells ever cast. They were confident that the knowledge necessary and newly formed to create man-kind in the image of the sun would never again be lost.

The light wielders knew that trapped in the lightning boxes would be the spells of darkness next to and interconnected with the incantations of light, but, they trusted, just as they had as far as the recollection of their order could recall, that the darkness would always be illuminated by the light and thus disappear where light would remain through. The beauty was that the inter-connectivity of lightning boxes could be spread evenly across the globe, each a library of its own; millions of such libraries as far as feet could reach.

Through the destruction of the word and with incantations of fear the dark ones had attempted to suppress this new spell and the enchantment of harnessed electricity for ages. As the battles raged, however, the casters of the shadows could not stifle all the nations inspired by the knowledge sewn by the bearers of light. Those of light had become adept at inspiring beings to fight to protect joy, and they had become adept at moving quicker than the darkness to be able to continue cultivating their words and share with those also imbued with the knowledges of magic. Where one went, three would be inspired. And so, over time, their magics grew slowly and became ever-more powerful until the industrial ages were ushered in.

It was not difficult for the worshipers of dark words to turn the new tools toward the detriment of humanity, but they could only corrupt what was inherently helpful in nature, they could not truly turn it against itself. That which was created to help had no choice but to help even in the instances such contrivances were cursed to create a byproduct counteractive to the creations of the light. In this way, by degrees human progress developed slowed from its natural inclination, but moved steadily forward, even when at a crawl. Though the appearance of setbacks blinded wizards working for the light from time to time, these illusions were only ever confined to localized areas; these “setbacks” inspired the light bringers to work harder and innovate ever more-clever spells to keep them safe and their minds clear against the shadows that would confuse and inspire others to chase them toward a doom preventible only by innovation of the mind and the craft of the light of the word.

One of the most powerful spells of light was sewn accidentally by the shadow-wielders in the 1950s of the current common era. In an effort to better enslave the minds they had turned toward embracing destruction, they invested great time in monitoring those manipulating the basic elements which they identified to themselves as combinations of letters and thus, in principal, as words. As a particular chemist for a particular pharmaceutical company ingested his own potion, which in his simplicity he deemed no more than a “chemical compound,” those of the pure night took delight to see him appear made simple and malleable so long as the effects of the substance lasted. It was then that they wished as quickly as possible to obtain the potion for themselves that it might be used to deepen the mind control on those they manipulated to destructive means. In the process, they unwittingly unleashed a powerful potion that turned their subjects minds to truth, and thereby light in its purest form.

Initially the minds of the soldiers the drug influenced resembled a more pliable state and the experiment was thought to be a success. It didn’t take long, however, for this to be realized to be a false assessment.

Before having the chance to use one of the many spells developed during the last world war to cast illusion of the semblance of darkness over the words creating the new potion, several of the wizards of light working under the title of “psychiatrist” for the military created a loud spell casting a belief of research toward the words of the potion in question, and so new innovations in white magic were developed.

By the time the manipulators of shadows were able to cast a spell of suppression against the formula, the knowledge had already been disseminated, and more minds had been opened to the light than by any mass spell the light wielders could remember having ever cast in their recorded history.

So many minds had been opened to naturally, organically manifest light against those who cultivated the dark, without a spell being cast by those of light, that the environment was perfect to begin weaving together the web of knowledge they had striven to enchant for centuries.

Amongst the prodigious contributors of the great indestructible library was a man who had consumed of the potion himself, a man named “Jobs.” One of many to contribute the pieces necessary to construct the ever-enduring network of the house of ever-cultivated knowledge. And after about two and a half decades of accelerated building the wizards of light working tirelessly amongst the sector of individuals known as “scientists” finally brought to fruition the foundation upon which was laid the structure for the permanent housing of arcane knowledge, much to the chagrin of the servants of the shadows that had attempted to use said structure, to no end, strictly for organizations called by the title “defenders of the people.”

And so it was from the creations of the beings of darkness the infusion of arcane knowledge the light bringers had been working toward since the destruction of the great library so many years ago finally came to be. The solidification of their great spell came finally also as a result of one of the supposed great accomplishments of the slaves of shadows: the spells of illusion to see women otherwise than people.

(End Part I)

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