For anyone who follows or stumbles across this blog, possibly while tripping over a ridiculous Tea Cup puppy and magically typing in this web address, let me drop shoot some News on your overpriced jeans. (Stop scrubbing, Its not going to come out!)
Ive come to a little bit of a haze.
Im waiting for new beats to find me or for me to gladly accidentally encounter.
No logging of my newest writings will be done for a little while. Time to collect, ponder and wait.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Its It! Wind.Dust.
It had created another It.
The Its newborn It went off to hide.
The Its newborn It stayed hidden, only peeking out to ruin the lightness of unimaginable days encountered rarely by the originating It.
"Call me God if your going to bother me!" demanding the fathering It. Continuing on with his proclamation he shouted;
"For now on I am going to be referred to as Dust and you as Wind!"
Dust continued to be bothered by Wind for what felt like Eons. The longevity of the bothersome acts of Wind was of course not entirely long and not quite short enough to be called a brief Mishap. The confusion towards this time line seemed to arise from an event that never quite left the memory of Dust. It was constantly blowing at Dust, disrupting its calm on the brightest of days when Dust could be seen by onlookers in the ray of a sun beam. The anger from Dust towards Wind was becoming evident.
Dust was building itself into thick piles, trying to gain weight as a resistance towards Wind. But it was not working. It was flaring up the allergies of the Tenants and they were becoming more disruptive to Dust with there moist paper towels and feather wands. Finally something was said by Dust.
"That is it Wind! I just want to be! Your always ruining my life!"
and Wind replied gently, with a soft cast of movement across the living room.
"I apologize, Ive merely been trying to move you."
The Its newborn It went off to hide.
The Its newborn It stayed hidden, only peeking out to ruin the lightness of unimaginable days encountered rarely by the originating It.
"Call me God if your going to bother me!" demanding the fathering It. Continuing on with his proclamation he shouted;
"For now on I am going to be referred to as Dust and you as Wind!"
Dust continued to be bothered by Wind for what felt like Eons. The longevity of the bothersome acts of Wind was of course not entirely long and not quite short enough to be called a brief Mishap. The confusion towards this time line seemed to arise from an event that never quite left the memory of Dust. It was constantly blowing at Dust, disrupting its calm on the brightest of days when Dust could be seen by onlookers in the ray of a sun beam. The anger from Dust towards Wind was becoming evident.
Dust was building itself into thick piles, trying to gain weight as a resistance towards Wind. But it was not working. It was flaring up the allergies of the Tenants and they were becoming more disruptive to Dust with there moist paper towels and feather wands. Finally something was said by Dust.
"That is it Wind! I just want to be! Your always ruining my life!"
and Wind replied gently, with a soft cast of movement across the living room.
"I apologize, Ive merely been trying to move you."
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