amour amour

Friday, January 12, 2007

- 12:59 am

a flash of irridescence and then nothing; a flash of inspiration, and then- everything.

walking down the hill/some sad song

Like crystal tears they fell from a weeping sky, plotting their courses downward only to be deceived by the windscreen of the parked BMW. Crashing softly onto the glass, they rolled down in surly fashion, lamenting their fate and cursing zig zag lines down the front of the car. His only other company inside this safe haven was the voice of the radio showhost announcing the end of his interview with another inconsequential, his place taken by golden country tunes. He wasn't listening, absorbed within the consciousness of his being. A plan of action that sordid night would be the only thing to see them through. A plan.

The car door opened slightly, tenuously, before springing ajar as its inhabitant made his way out of the car. "Jesus", he muttered to himself. "Its a bloody tempest." There were some signs of hope however, as the darkness of the night was salved by the parting of some of the morose thunderclouds to reveal the moon. The cold light of the street lamps didn't provide as much comfort as this warm beam of love shone down. The gravel crunched under his feet as he walked towards the door of this place that was once his sanctum. Familiar shrubs bowed down before him, once lord and master of his own abode, now the ousted nobody. somebody ought to have noticed, but then again, nobody recognises a nobody. A button was pressed and artificially, it chimed, cutting into the solitude of the dreary night.

"Hold on."
A light came on upstairs before the door cracked open.
"Have you any idea what ti- steve?"
Her shock was apparent but she steadied herself.
"What do you want?"
Cold. She thought to herself. But not too cold.
"I'm sorry Marie. We need to talk."
"You mean you need to talk."
"Please."
How does he do that?! She thought furiously. No!
"Get in. Its freezing out there."

---***---

This new blogger is bloody bloody stupid. I spent the last two hours writing a story about a post divorce couple trying to patch up before finally being thwarted by pride, when I suddenly decided to copy and paste it into wordpad. Whilst pressing shift bloody up however, suddenly everything on the post disappeared and I am left with two hours of wasted effort and a whole lot of irritation. I managed to copy and paste a bit which i sent to a friend for vetting but it ended something like this. Maybe I'll redo it some other time.

---***---

"I'm sorry Steve."
With nothing but pride barring the way, he turned around walked through that doorway again. The rain had become heavier and served to accentuate the darkness of the night, as the moon was once again obscured from view by a shroud of storm clouds. He did not hear the wind howl its misery to the trees, did not feel the gale try to comfort him in cold embrace. He did not look back, and he did not see the great pearls of night that were forming in her eyes, and rolling smoothly down her face to kiss the ground he had trod. The car purred to life, its beams cutting shafts of light into the surrounding gloom.

"Wait!", she called. "You forgot to return my heart."
By then, he had disappeared into the darkness of the night.
---***---

So things go slowly, sometimes good, and sometimes not so good. The events of the past days weigh heavily upon my mind and lend to my exhaustion; but present happenings only serve to wrack my nerves for the grief it has lain upon me. I don't know what I have done, only that I have; to place so much out of my control. High time for the low down we all used to say. Derisive? Who knows. Maybe its time to talk. I don't think so any more though; when you understand so perfectly, talk isnt worth much. We're actually pretty happy; this ring isnt ever going to come off. Unless I die and grave robbers cut off my finger in some hare brained attempt to steal it (Watch this in LOTR IV! Starring Mel Gibson, Peter O'Toole and Dennis Rodman.). Everythings gonna be okay, I know it. Don't ask me how or why, I just do.

Now you know why I'm still smiling.

fin

propheten der apokalypse

disclaimer below
propheten der apokalypse

DISCLAIMER
if there are any queries, discrepancies, or content containing fictional or non fictional characters bearing the characteristics of a real person, or any general unhappiness or displeasure with the appearance, mood or content of this blog, the user is advised to shaddap, and go whine their sorry little arse to someone else. to everyone else,we appreciate your viewership. in case of an emergency, our nonexistent blog attendants will come out and brief you on emergency procedures, failing which you may enhance your adrenline flooding moment-before-death by screaming loudly and praying like youve never prayed before. if you dint believe in god before, that point would be a good time to. you just might feel better. repent! and cheerio.

--***--

rackin' em up since before you were born
(january 2004)