Sellophane

Fits of anti social ness. Phrases and words, huge chunks of them in different sizes and shapes are strewn around a crinkly wrinkly wily cranium. Make new shapes out of them, join half a dog (chow) and an adjective for the average man (mean) to make funky snake like gourmet dish. Trace trails of ciggys and take a swim in clunky ash trays. Is that what they teach you? Win a couple lose a couple.

Zephyr Song. Crouch, Couch, Ouch, Uch. Shudder, Sun, Rudder, Udder.
Humpty Dumpty Sat On A Wall
Humpty Dumpty Went off To Sleep.

Pick your nose, draw crinkly brackets. Integrate your thoughts and differentiate your pain. Only to add to the net total a healthy does of crinkly forehead wrinkles. Now multiply all of this with the pain in your muscles. Did you get the right answer? No silly mistakes? Remember your rules of BODMAS? Wait. I am not done yet. Divide all of this with the kind of silly memory god has bestowed upon you? What does all this mean? What is reality? Fakeosiitude.

Of Plimpy Penises and Victorious Vaginas. Of Punitive Pricks and Vindictive Vags. Of Aliterated Asses and one pink bum cheek.

Suddenly, he wakes up. Eyes open, only to be greeted by the kind of distorted, surreal sight that only fishes and mermaids deem normative. Glug Glug. Rise up child. Break the surface like a stoned dolphin trying to barbecue itself in the sweaty sun. Break the surface, only to crash right back into it. Approximately 6.31367822 seconds of absolute freedom. Out of which 2.97565257 seconds are spent in cotemplating how you are going to fall. That doesn't give you much time to be free or live/fly/burn/inotherwordschosewhatyouwanttodo. Well then leap out more often said the wise dolphin to me.

Too much of an effort. Flying fishes are cooler, but they be too ugly. So Dolphin it shall be, except that this dolphin shall jump and not come back.
Nope.
Not yet.

Actually, never.

asmallboysittinginacornerhe'ssittinglisteningtohisownbreathhischestexpandscontractshe'sexhalingandthebreathmistsupinfrontofhiseyesthefourwalledroomitsgotscratcheson itnailshumannailsscratchedoutinpainanddesperationbitsofnailandclottedbloodsticktothewallandthenherealizesthewallsareclosinginhisbreathhastensbutthensodothewallscompressingairconstricting lightdecimatingthoughtdestroyingalifeathoughtatatimeandthenthewallscloseinandwecan'tseeanymorebut theboyneverscreamswehearishisbreathandthenthattoodisappearsintheepilogueofonelastcrunch.

asmallboy
sittinginacorner
he'ssittinglisteningtohisownbreathhischestexpandscontract
she'sexhalingandthebreathmistsupinfrontofhiseyes
thefourwalledroomitsgotscratcheson itnailshumannails
scratchedout
inpainanddesperation
bitsofnailandclottedbloodsticktothewall
andthenherealizesthewallsareclosingin
hisbreathhastens
butthensodothewalls
compressing
air
constrictinglight
decimatingthought
destroyingalifeathoughtatatime
andthenthewallscloseinandwecan'tseeanymore
but
theboyneverscreams
wehearishisbreathandthenthattoodisappearsintheepilogueofonelast

crunch.

The Book Tag

A book that made you laugh:

I don't think books have ever made me laugh? At least I don't remember any that did.
Maybe Holes by Louis Sachar.
I don't know if I laughed. But I remember the afternoon I read it. I was very happy.

A book that made you cry:

This has definitely never happened. :(

A book that scared you:

I think the first time I read Frankenstein I was quite petrified. There was also an Edgar Allan Poe short story that really fucked me up.

A book that disgusted you:

Misery by Stephen King. Never got around to reading it.

A book you loved in elementary school:

Enid Blyton - Famous Five, The Adventure Series, Noddy!, Secret Seven
Tell my Why series


A book you loved in middle/junior high school:

Animal Ark! Still love them.
The Mystery of the Dancing Men- Doyle
Gone with the Wind

A book you loved in high school:

Kane and Abel - Archer
Agatha Chrities
The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Hungry Tide - Amitav Ghosh

A book you loved in college:

Mill on the Floss - Elliot
Shadow Lines - Amitav Ghosh
Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie

A book that challenged your identity:

Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged

A series that you love:

Harry Potter
Animal Ark
Animorphs
Lord of the Ring
Famous Five
The Secret Series
Agatha Christie - Poirot Series
His Dark Materials - Pullman
Artemis Fowl
Jungle Book

Your favourite horror book:

Does Hannibal count?

Your favourite science fiction book:

Animorphs
I, Robot - Assimov
Foundation - Assimov
Artemis Fowl Series

Your favourite fantasy:

Artemis Fowl Series

Your favourite mystery:

And then there were none - Christie
Hound of Baskervilles by Doyle
The Secret of the Chimneys

Your favourite biography:

I can't think of any right now? Never been a big fan of them. I must have read something though.
Shrugs
Does the diary of Annie Frank count?

Your favourite “coming of age” book:

The Catcher in the Rye

Your favourite classic:

Mill on the Floss

Your favourite romance book:

Gone with the Wind - Margaret Michelle

And I tag. Anyone who reads this

Smith/Oracle: Why, Mr. Anderson, why? Why, why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is, do you even know? Is it freedom or truth, perhaps peace - could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself. Although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now! You can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! Why, Mr. Anderson, why, why do you persist?

Neo: Because I choose to.

It begins with a purple muffler. Tendrils of a familiar scent creep upwards into your nostril. An attempt to gift wrap happiness in a song, a color or a thought. Can it be done?

Can goldfish have dreams? A lack of light sources in a dark room. A careful choice of words. A lack, hence the darkness. But what if the non-abundance was planned and the darkness intended.

Can goldfish have dreams?

Dreams that dissolve in the aquamarine truth of a captive life. Dreams that do not break into jagged shards. Dreams that do not echo with the tune of an Aerosmith song.

What is it that separates the Goldfish from a dream.

Splish, Splash.

End it.

Pitter Patter.
Splitter Splatter.
I am not enjoying this, one bit.
Not even a tiny weenie bit.
End it.
Just choke it.
Splitter Splatter.
Blip.
End.