Thursday, June 30, 2011

Camp!

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Yay camp!

I'll try and have additional posts throughout the summer, but I can't guarantee a constant stream of creative effort at this particular outlet.

CAMP!

Friday, June 17, 2011

Beauty

You sit in a bleak wasteland.
The world exists in black and white, with dull greys in between.
You are cold.
Cold and alone.
Alone in the chill of night.
The cold creeps upon your quivering form.
The stark tree under which you huddle hinders not the biting wind.
You have sat under this tree for so long.
Waiting.
Waiting for someone.
For anyone.
For anything more to enter your heart than the frigid air.
The boreal breeze leaving you ailing and algid there.
You can feel the frost and recall the rime.
You are accustomed to the ague.
You have almost acclimated to the algor
When you see her.
You see her eyes -
Bright pools of blue.
You see them and the ice begins to crack.

Beauty.

Staring at you with piercing eyes.
No longer alone in the wastes.
You see her and the brumal bitterness is banished.
Farewell to the frost and the frore
For now and evermore.

Beauty.

You are caught in her gaze.
You fall into her eyes
Into blue waters flowing freely.
The ice cracks.
There is pain.
One must take care.
Having been so long in the cold, one forgets the fire that burns.
The heat will heal, but hold!
So long alone, can one learn to love again?
Love?
Her eyes bring you back.
She stares.

Beauty.

And then it occurs to you:
That snow leopard might be staring because she's hungry.

...

Run.

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(Inspiration)

Sandbox: An Observed Correspondence

Dear Intellect,
We have found something worth fighting for!  We have seen the face that launched a thousand ships!  Our muse, who we once thought a fickle, fey creature who graced us with ideas at times and laughed at our attempts to continue without her, for whom we have been seeking:
We have found her!  We have found our muse and we have found her to be fair beyond measure!
She graces us with her presence.  She stays at our behest.  She grants us our request.  She pours the water of life and beckons us to quaff thereof!  We have tasted the sweet nectar of the insight she provides!
How can you restrain us from any effort to pursue, to spend but one more moment in the majesty of her presence, to damn the torpedoes, drop everything, and go to her?
Please.  Let us fly to her.  Let us throw caution to the wind.  Let us brave all dangers, let us slay the dragon, climb the tallest tower, let us sweep her off her feet as she did to us before we had even realized.
COME ON, MAN!  SERIOUSLY!
I am having difficulty conveying the emotions surging through me with mere words.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!
FREAKIN' CUT ME SOME SLACK HERE!
-Gut
P.S. Even if he hasn't brought it up to you yet, Heart is on my side in this matter.

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Dear Gut,
When you said "water of life," was that a reference to the Bible or a reference to Dune?
Curious,
-Nerdiness

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Esteemed Colleague,
Your input is appreciated and will be taken into consideration.
You and Heart have been spending too much time with Romanticism.  Would you harm others to secure your muse?
Yes, she has been dancing through our head, but that is no reason to reject Reason.  There exist commitments and obligations, connections that force the delay.  But absence makes the heart grow fonder.
In essence, suck it up and deal.
Have patience.  Reason and I have decided that she's worth it.
Final Arbiter of All Decisions,
-Intellect
P.S. Caps Lock is not cruise control for cool.
P.P.S. Nerdiness, it is bad manners to read mail not intended for you and even worse manners to ask trivial questions after so doing.  I shall reprimand Latent Creepiness later, since he is the one who likely intercepted the mail and showed it to you.  Besides, I would think that the phrase references neither of the options you provided.

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final arbiter haha i dont like being punsih reprimannded ill tell postmodernism on you
-lc

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Dear Cohabitants,
Hello, again.
Amused by your antics, as usual.  Love the bit where we're pretending this actually was physical correspondence such that Nerdiness' response was indeed a breach of protocol.
Everything flowing falling apart together wading through the end of all the thoughts that slosh about until everything ceases to