…and business is rather mediocre at the moment.
that doesn’t stop me from purging my brain hemorrhages all over this blank space. sometimes it takes awhile to come up with more material, but don’t let that perturb you, if you like a certain tale watch it because I always go back and revise the tissue that makes up the story. visions always seem to be changing on me, and new ideas show up on my doorstep without warning. patience is always rewarded, though, and my stories will be no exception. that is why they fit into the on-going sub-category Here. for now, there is going to be time enough to work on everything you see Here, my friends. whether you love it or hate it, there is no reason to just give up on it, but that is always going …
~J G Ballard on the opting out of reality.
…see the black and the white as separate, but they are both one and the same in this grey area. the aliens are we, my friends, within our mind’s eye lies the cosmic landscape. either we can blind ourselves to the magical or not, but even that is only a partial truth…
“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan “press on” has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.”
~ Calvin Coolidge; 30th american president of the United States.
A better man could not have been found, but he has been haunting my dreams of late. Could he be that perfect person taking the apocalyptic role destined to proceed us to the end game? Is he really the fiend I might be implying? Only time will tell, and with the year 2012 fast approaching, it might just materialize as fact. Not a racist bone in me, I swear, but this change shit is a little too trippy for me. As most of our modern ancestors have been waiting for this step into innovation for ages. This civilization is coming to a frothy head, my darlings, and so on that note, this is only part of the beginning. As for the whole antichrist bit, what I am trying to get at is that Hey Seuss’ appearance on this plane …
out of Context;
‘We are the beasts locked up in a zoo of ill repute… The gatekeepers are truly afraid for their living minds, and let the organic portals channel their impossible odds somewhere else…’
the ghosts of the past bait us to think raw thoughts on our own… breeding dismay at our own actions… from where does this ephemeral holy spirit come?… this salty gooey fluid from between the thighs and in-between the eyes and ears… a jolting sensation that brings temporary satisfaction and comfort… feelings only seen in the interactions of coitus extreme experienced to dreamy pleasures witnessed only amid the few potential inhabitants… ectoplasmic orgasmic joy… the recreation in explosions and bursts of wholly unknown substance… a quintessence that truly defines this place we find ourselves within… the stroking gesture warranted through the cash and crisp barter for services rendered as the fluid is expelled… maybe true happiness lies in not having to shoot a load across the room… lies maybe in the tender embrace of another instead of the lip-smacking …
**author’s note– this is a story submitted to a literary magazine. the title was about a certain bizarro author, that is why the name has been omitted. however, after reviewing the publication, i believe the only reason this wasn’t chosen was because it wasn’t a vocabulary assualt and was an actual disgusting story about why _____ _____ is a dick. obviously i know him better than those other fucks do. thank you for your time. ARW**
DEATH TRANCE FOR SEX ARTIST (excerpt from DEATH ART)
By ARW (©2008)