Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Midnight Snack
I shamble to the fridge because my stomach overpowered the urge to sleep. Entering the kitchen, there is a pair of glowing disembodied eyes staring straight at me.
'Hey look, there's a pair of glowing disembodied eyes staring straight at me,' my good-as-drugged brain goes.
Then I realise there shouldn't be glowing eyes in my house, let alone without a visible torso, or at least a thorax/abdomen. The pulse skyrockets. I scramble to the light switch. Of course, the flouroscent bulb has to take 10 seconds to turn on, after flickering for a few no less. All the while I'm locked in a staring competition.
It's a cat. Black as the midnight sky. Eyes jade-green and luminous.
It bolts and squeezes through the gap in the window. I try follow but the magnificent creature's already melted into the twilight.
Of course it's a cat, what other organism seems to stare straight into your soul and burn the back of your skull when you make eye contact with it.
The light flickers again. It sorta stirs my mind, and I realise there's another answer to the rhetorical question.
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire...
'Hey look, there's a pair of glowing disembodied eyes staring straight at me,' my good-as-drugged brain goes.
Then I realise there shouldn't be glowing eyes in my house, let alone without a visible torso, or at least a thorax/abdomen. The pulse skyrockets. I scramble to the light switch. Of course, the flouroscent bulb has to take 10 seconds to turn on, after flickering for a few no less. All the while I'm locked in a staring competition.
It's a cat. Black as the midnight sky. Eyes jade-green and luminous.
It bolts and squeezes through the gap in the window. I try follow but the magnificent creature's already melted into the twilight.
Of course it's a cat, what other organism seems to stare straight into your soul and burn the back of your skull when you make eye contact with it.
The light flickers again. It sorta stirs my mind, and I realise there's another answer to the rhetorical question.
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire...
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
It's Time to Grow up a Little
Little brother, there's only one thing I'd weep my heart over if I lost it,
And it is the future.
And it is the future.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Mantra of the Everlasting Runner
I run not where my legs take me,
Instead I run where my heart takes me.
I come home not because of aches and pains in tired limbs.
Instead I come home because my bladder is full.
Instead I run where my heart takes me.
I come home not because of aches and pains in tired limbs.
Instead I come home because my bladder is full.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Why Kanoyt Has Not Been Posting
He tripped as he got out of bed. He fell on his head. Hard.
He got amnesia.
Wandering the dark streets, he is greeted by an old bearded man. The old bearded man tells him he can regain his memory by training in the arts of ninjitsu and bushido. He follows the old rattly man to the sewers of Manhattan, where he is trained by a talking rat.
Forgetting what he was doing, he wanders out of the sewer, and encounters another old bearded man who likes to wave his hand at people to make them do his bidding. This old bearded man takes him to the Dagobah system where he is trained in the arts of letting stuff flow through him by a green gnome with pointy ears and poor grammar.
He wakes up one morning, not in his tree-house, but in a normal bed. He goes to work and receives a phone call to meet a man. He goes to an old mansion and meets a bald black man who likes to wear sunglasses indoors. The man makes him swallow a funny red pill and he wakes up in a gooey pod. The man trains him in the arts of not trying to hit a person and instead hitting a person.
He jumps off a building and falls headfirst into the sidewalk. He makes a big crater. He gets his memory back and goes home to write about a talking rat, green gnome and squishy sidewalks.
He got amnesia.
Wandering the dark streets, he is greeted by an old bearded man. The old bearded man tells him he can regain his memory by training in the arts of ninjitsu and bushido. He follows the old rattly man to the sewers of Manhattan, where he is trained by a talking rat.
Forgetting what he was doing, he wanders out of the sewer, and encounters another old bearded man who likes to wave his hand at people to make them do his bidding. This old bearded man takes him to the Dagobah system where he is trained in the arts of letting stuff flow through him by a green gnome with pointy ears and poor grammar.
He wakes up one morning, not in his tree-house, but in a normal bed. He goes to work and receives a phone call to meet a man. He goes to an old mansion and meets a bald black man who likes to wear sunglasses indoors. The man makes him swallow a funny red pill and he wakes up in a gooey pod. The man trains him in the arts of not trying to hit a person and instead hitting a person.
He jumps off a building and falls headfirst into the sidewalk. He makes a big crater. He gets his memory back and goes home to write about a talking rat, green gnome and squishy sidewalks.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
What he had always meant
He was by no means soft-spoken. He was sociable and popular in a crowd but sometimes, he felt a little insecure, and nervous, but he always found himself, and maybe even lost himself in the excitement of the situation.
Under the surface however, he felt that his preference was for the companionship of close friends.
Under the surface however, he felt that his preference was for the companionship of close friends.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Not so Cool After all
It seems that the popular guys at school ain't so friendly out of it. They need their groupies. They break into cold sweat when people stop fawning over them. When being in the rugby first team or having the balls to talk back to a teacher no longer get them attention, but friendliness and a measure of conversation skills are called for, they shrink back and huddle with each other. Afraid to go out of their comfort zone.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Sing this summer serenade,
The past is done, we've been betrayed.
Some might say the truth will out,
But I believe without a doubt,
In you.
We sat and watched the sun go down,
Then picked a star before we lost,
The moon.
Youth is wasted on the young,
Before you know it's come and gone,
Too soon.
You were there for summer dreaming,
And you are a friend indeed.
And I hope you find your freedom,
For eternity.
-Robbie Williams
The past is done, we've been betrayed.
Some might say the truth will out,
But I believe without a doubt,
In you.
We sat and watched the sun go down,
Then picked a star before we lost,
The moon.
Youth is wasted on the young,
Before you know it's come and gone,
Too soon.
You were there for summer dreaming,
And you are a friend indeed.
And I hope you find your freedom,
For eternity.
-Robbie Williams
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