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Part 1: Believe in something

Im — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 14:43:16 +0000

He believed in something. Something about a dream that didn’t come true…a terrible nightmare. believe in something. He didn’t believe in himself. But he did believe the lies he was told. He believed he was someone else. They were so strong that he made others believe too…believe in that someone else. the only way he could tell who he really was, was to look in the mirror. And even that soon ceased to show him the truth.

Expended

Im — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 14:35:23 +0000

Something about notes written in his own blood, addressed to his own soul. But he could never read it with his own eyes. You see, they were no longer in his possession. And his obsession, knew no bounds or limits. This was no gimmick, no cry for help among the living. And when they found him, he had expended all the life that he was given.

Im — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 20:06:56 +0000

I beg you to take notice, of excitable personas, most likely to take doses, for numbing their emotions.

True Relief

Im — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 07:18:05 +0000

He was running down the street with the greatest concentration on it. Clenching every muscle of his body; sweat dripping from his forehead; light distorted by the very heat radiating from his body. He bumped someone—that was a close call. “Hail a cab maybe?” he thought. “No, it must be closer than I think.” Bursting through the door pushing away the Maitre D’ while yelling “where is it? where is it?” “Ahh finally.” HE finally sits down on his mantle, but instead of a relief his thoughts drift away altogether. The thought of completing the journey is more relief than the actual destination could be.

The Hangover

Im — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 07:12:29 +0000

The spinning ceiling gave way to flashing images of a life he wasn’t sure was really happening. He awoke the next day with a sizable hangover that made it all but impossible to get out of bed. An intense headache pulsated from his neck to the top of his temples. Strangely though, he felt the greatest relief. But then he realized he was just preoccupied with his present condition.

Monkey In a Suit

Im — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 06:33:56 +0000

He was a monkey in a suit, with a cigarette completing the appearance. Big bulbous glasses concealing his blank stare. And of course, the belt matched the shoes. “Is that a banana in your pocket or a bunch of hundred dollar bills rolled length-ways?”–that was the line from the commercial. The director speaks: “You know, it almost looks a wall street big shot if you glance in it from a distance. Perhaps a wig will help the effect. Somebody get me a wig!” But the monkey didn’t notice any of this. Although the dark sunglasses helped somewhat with the flashing lights, the screams of the director would still startle It. He reached his tipping point when a heavy rag was placed on his head. “He chomped her fingers like a bundle of those small sweet bananas that you see in the supermarket,” said the police officer to the coroner while helping himself to some leftover set food. “Why the hell do they always go for the extremities?”

The King

Im — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 05:48:41 +0000

He can be a leader if only you’d follow. If only he’d lead himself out of this slump. Take the lead and destroy every one of your lives. Because as long as you lie beneath him, there’s no place left to go but up. And he will get a rise out of you—high on power—but you will be powerless to stop his demise. Better to have been, once upon, he always said. Better to have been the king, long live, the king is dead.

The Man Who Felt no Pain: Part 2

Im — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 18:38:02 +0000

ahh yes, the man who wished to feel no pain. I seem to recall that it first started in his foot. He was bewildered and knew not what to do with himself. Chills of terror struck, but were soon overtaken by his acceptance of the situation; that is, when he realized that it posed no apparent threat to his life. It spread to his heart, and that’s when he knew there was no going back to the way things used to be. Ever so often, he thought he felt the prickle of needles in his chest, but no sooner had he realized this than they would abruptly cease and leave him wondering whether he was merely reliving a memory. And so his life would go on like this, steadily forgetting the reality which had come to appreciate so much. He hadn’t lost his mortality, merely his humanity. No rain ever fell like this: crimson. Not once had he felt like this: missing.

The man who felt no pain: Part 1

snowflakes

Im — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:45:37 +0000

Its so close I can almost taste it. The smell of the salty ocean air. The blinding light reflecting from the ripples in the water. That clear sky as it transforms from a pleasant blue to a devilish orange-red. But just the other day I saw snowflakes. They melted as soon as I touched them. And now, I sit admiring that very impermanence.

Fog

Im — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 02:37:50 +0000

There were three of them, and the night was a perfect one for such an event. A fog so heavy draped the streets that condensation was dripping from the trees like rain. The eerie glow of the moon light, rays scattered in the white vapour–this was a pacifying effect. And the more he let his mind wonder, the less he was prepared to face what was soon to follow. Three figures emerged, as if materializing from the fog itself. His heart seized with surprise, chest pulsating. They allowed him to pass, but before he could begin to relax he noticed something in the corner of his eye. He turned to look, but it had disappeared. He had disappeared…into the fog.