mother earth and the god people believe in
are working to kill us
humanity
our mother gives us the raw resources
our father gives us the knowledge
and we the people put the two together
in lethal ways
that not even our parent could have dreamed up
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
number 7
a class of 14 2nd graders are led on stage by their teacher
its night time and theya re at a plantetarium
all of a suddena shooting star crosses the sky
teacher: ohhh class look a shooting star everyone make a wish
1: i wish i was rich
2: i wish i had a pony
3: i wish my mommy and daddy would get back together
4: i wish the old guy by the bus stop wouldnt make me feel sick when i wait for the bus
5: i wish i had suntan barbie
6: i wish i had a color tv in my bedroom
7: i wish i was dead
8: i wish i was prettier
9: i wihs i was skinnier
10: i wish i had a baby brother
11: i wish i had all the video gams in the world
12: i wish i could listn to peoples thoughts
13: i wish i had my own room
14: i wish i didnt have to share my room with anybody
as soon as the wishes are said (they should be said at the same time)
number 7 drops dead and is transported to another world
the devil: hello hello hello and welcome to hell
number 7: are we really in hell
devil: yes sir you are
number 7: what happened?
devil: you wished you were dead, and it was granted.
number 7: oh, did everyone else get what they wished for?
devil: no
number 7: oh
why just me?
devil: you saw the star fist, so it was yours to wish on.
number 7: where are the flames?
devil: sorry kid, not to dissapoint, thats all a myth
number 7: hmm...
devil: what?
number 7: i dont know, being dead feels funny
devil: how so
number 7: i guess it doesnt feel that much different then being alive.
devil: well yeah
A man sits on the stage
The floor starts shaking
The building is falling all around him
Windows break
Paint peels from the walls
Beams from the ceiling that haven’t been seen since 1948 come crashing onto the stage.
He is calm
A lady in a fur coat runs in screaming
It takes a minute for her to realize there is a guy sitting there
Wome: why are you so calm?
No response
Woman: maybe you haven’t heard but the world is collapsing
Still nothing
At the silence she runs over to him and starts to shake him
Women: why are you so calm? Everythings ending all around you and you aren’t doing a damn thing
Man: I guess I just think its about time
Silence, the women is stunned
Man: My world has been slowly ending from the day I was born. I may have been breathing but day by day everything I worked to earn was smashed by forces beyond my control. So I guess I thought it was only a matter of time until the world I saw all around me, felt all around me really came crashing down on me.
All of a sudden his breathing becomes constricted, almost like the air is being sucked out of his lungs.
Man: I cant breathe
Simultaneously the building falls in one sudden motion and the man dies.
Everything stops, the earth doesn’t turn, the sun has stopped shining, jump ropes go limp, graffiti cans lose all their pressure mid stream, phones ring endlessly, if someone was flushing the toilet the water and shit stop mid flush half way between the bowl and the pipes
the lady in the fur coat bursts into flames and she starts screaming at the top of her lungs.
This happens just for one millisecond. And its as if the world is jump started. Everything starts right back up again, sun, earth, people, the ladys fur coat isn’t even covered with flame or rumble anymore
Everything except the man, his heart is done for.
The lady looks at him and starts to cry.
Hes smiling
The floor starts shaking
The building is falling all around him
Windows break
Paint peels from the walls
Beams from the ceiling that haven’t been seen since 1948 come crashing onto the stage.
He is calm
A lady in a fur coat runs in screaming
It takes a minute for her to realize there is a guy sitting there
Wome: why are you so calm?
No response
Woman: maybe you haven’t heard but the world is collapsing
Still nothing
At the silence she runs over to him and starts to shake him
Women: why are you so calm? Everythings ending all around you and you aren’t doing a damn thing
Man: I guess I just think its about time
Silence, the women is stunned
Man: My world has been slowly ending from the day I was born. I may have been breathing but day by day everything I worked to earn was smashed by forces beyond my control. So I guess I thought it was only a matter of time until the world I saw all around me, felt all around me really came crashing down on me.
All of a sudden his breathing becomes constricted, almost like the air is being sucked out of his lungs.
Man: I cant breathe
Simultaneously the building falls in one sudden motion and the man dies.
Everything stops, the earth doesn’t turn, the sun has stopped shining, jump ropes go limp, graffiti cans lose all their pressure mid stream, phones ring endlessly, if someone was flushing the toilet the water and shit stop mid flush half way between the bowl and the pipes
the lady in the fur coat bursts into flames and she starts screaming at the top of her lungs.
This happens just for one millisecond. And its as if the world is jump started. Everything starts right back up again, sun, earth, people, the ladys fur coat isn’t even covered with flame or rumble anymore
Everything except the man, his heart is done for.
The lady looks at him and starts to cry.
Hes smiling
Friday, November 14, 2008
he found me sitting on the street.
just walked up and said hi
he found my heart that day
just laying on the sidewalk
everyone had given up on it
i had given up on it
but he picked it up
dusted it off
breathed some of his life back into it
and off we went
over the years he slowly built a glass case for it
carefully crafted its new home
and one day he put my heart inside it
he promised nothing would ever happen to it again
and we lived happily
laughing and dancing
stopping to eat fresh cherries from the trees
until the day his heart stopped beating
all that time and i never thought to build his heart a home
i was just so happy that mine had this safe place to reside
that i never thought to pick up his long discarded tools
and make a safe palce for him
and then he was gone
i didnt even realise it
but when his heart stopped
the glass shattered
my heart just fell
it surrounded itself with hundreds of shards of glass
and im beginning to think no ones strong enough
to walk through all that glass the pick it back up
i know im not
just walked up and said hi
he found my heart that day
just laying on the sidewalk
everyone had given up on it
i had given up on it
but he picked it up
dusted it off
breathed some of his life back into it
and off we went
over the years he slowly built a glass case for it
carefully crafted its new home
and one day he put my heart inside it
he promised nothing would ever happen to it again
and we lived happily
laughing and dancing
stopping to eat fresh cherries from the trees
until the day his heart stopped beating
all that time and i never thought to build his heart a home
i was just so happy that mine had this safe place to reside
that i never thought to pick up his long discarded tools
and make a safe palce for him
and then he was gone
i didnt even realise it
but when his heart stopped
the glass shattered
my heart just fell
it surrounded itself with hundreds of shards of glass
and im beginning to think no ones strong enough
to walk through all that glass the pick it back up
i know im not
Sunday, November 9, 2008
a women sits in the middle of a dark stage surrounded by unlit candles
he: why arent any of your candles lit
she:a big wind came and blew them all out
he: oh
she: do you have any matches?
he: yeah why?
she: i thought maybe we could light them again
he: together
she: well you could help
...
...
she: only if you want to
he: can i think about it
she: sure
he sits down next to her
they wait
in darkness
she: so how long do you think youre going to need?
he: i dont know
she: ok, well will you let me know when youre ready
he: sure
they wait some more
and more
and more
they are still waiting
a women is sitting in bed
she’s alone and just woke
the beds all messed up
the newspaper is spread all over the place
bedside are various items including used tissues, a framed picture with a piece of newspaper in it(its an obit), and half a cup of coffee
look here at this one, BENION, JAMES P. (PETE), age 79, of Birmingham, passed away October 31, 2008. Funeral service will be held Monday, November 10, 2008 at 11:00 AM at Eastside Funeral Home Chapel with burial in Dynast Gardens. Rev. Roy Peterson officiating. Visitation will be Sunday from 2 - 7 PM at the funeral home. Eastside Funeral Home Directing.
A man named james but called pete by everyone who loved him. I bet he flew planes, the electric kind with a remote control. He probably taught his grand kids how to make paper airplanes, rather unsuccessfully, but with a smile on his face. Never drank coffee but smoked unfiltereds. Pete, hmm he probably liked Johnny Cash, and couldn’t figure out how to work things like cd players or blenders. Who was he married to?
(There’s a pause, she waiting for a response)
Yes exactly what I was thinking, her name was Gertrude but everyone called her sally. Sally and pete, madly in love till the day he died. They have 3 kids, none of who talk to them anymore.
(another pause)
oh yore right, if he taught their grandkids how to make paper airplanes they have a good relationship. (she laughs) DO you think she slet around on him?
(pause)
no youre right, she probably fantizied about the mailman. It was the shorts that did it for her. Oh wow that sally was a dirty bid huh. Do you think pete wore those short mailman short to please her?
(pause)
yes yes he did.
(Pause, the women starts crying, she touches the picture frame next to her bed,)
I cut yours out you know.
(Pause)
I love you.
(pause, she pulls herself together and goes on)
ok heres a new one… BETTY Lynette Ann Doyle Betty - died Thursday November 6, 2008 at home surrounded by family and friends, following a courageous battle with breast cancer. She was preceded in death by her parents Bob and Ramona Doyle. She is survived by her sons Samuel Stafford Betty and Louis Robert Betty, her granddaughter Kaylin Lynette Betty, her sister Dr. Ramona Doyle (Dr. Amy Kindrick), her brothers Robert B. Doyle (Michele) and Britt Doyle (Suzy) and beloved nieces and nephews. Visitation will be held from 2 until 3PM on Saturday November 22…
hmm she’s got a lot of names…this could take a while
(she still thinking when the lights go down)
Thursday, November 6, 2008
hmmmmm
wonder why?
sometimes i wonder why.
why are we all running around with our heads cut off but somehow believe that they are still attached.
its the same people who hold the ax that feed us bullshit about still having our heads. somehow they shove lies down our bloody necks and into our stomachs where we digest it and then carry on our perfectly shrink wrapped lives. taking step after step down streets paved with the same lies. mindelessly we follow all the others never stopping to question a new way
but today
today means no more
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