Wednesday, April 28, 2010

spare tire?

Okay so I admit it! I'm flirting with her. For christ' sake, how can you crucify a man who has done no wrong? I can't help this. This isn't necessaarily my normal behavior but i'm not normally this attracted to anyone.
Maybe the interest has always been there.If that were the case would my actions be any less wrong? I just need to know because the last thing I need is a lecture, a discourse, a talking to on the evil of deeds. The evil isn't even there!
Heck maybe i've assumed to much. I mean maybe i'm just assuming that you're judging me. But by this point you have to be wagging your goddamn finger. I can't escape my own judgment right now. At least spare me yours.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

There was some Rat Poison in the East Wing. Wabash.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Cadillac King

What would you do if you woke up and were in the trunk of a car? I hope you wouldn't do what I do. When I wake up in the trunk of a car, i feel at ease. It's a place for rest. There's no sense in struggling, Cornell's 'College of Engineering' really knows what it's doin'. I like Cadillacs– but I especially love their owners. The trunk of a cadillac is so spacious, I can't help but believe they did it just for me. I am in every Mafia movie ever made, and I was born to be a wise guy. I was made to be cheap– to never pay up. It's all for you, i did it for you. Otherwise, I wouldn't be the Cadillac King.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

The birthday boy (Infinity Boy)

There he was, sitting alone in his room, playing with a few toys he got a couple of years ago from the neighbors during Christmas. It was his birthday today. Teladon celebrated it every year. As usual, Teladon sat with his toy truck going back and forth and his plane a few feet away lying on the ground, yearning to be played with. The start to a good,although typical, evening. The room was dimly lit, so as he spoke to his figurines he had to strain to follow their still and cold blue and brown eyes. They watched him clearly. Whispering phantasmal delights into the ears of the willing still borns, he launched into his night of bliss. This was his debauchery. Though it may seem tame and it may seem boring, this was what he did. This was his night, not only on this night, but every night and better yet on every day. He was perpetually staring into the eyes of his figurines in a dimly lit room, alone, with all those who cared. Alone with the cold shiny plastic of friends and foes, here he was living a life of adventure. Living.


Everyone had long since forgotten today was a day. Everyone else forgot today was a day for Teladon. Teladon was turning infinity this year and it was an especially important day. Being such an important day, he needed to live it as best he could.
He did so alone. He did so without imposing his existence’s idea onto the living, who glossily continued life. It would be unfair to expect them to remember. Teladon was infinity now. No one would ever need to remember his birthday again. The 7 inch figurine’s plastic gaze, transfixed, was enough to satisfy his wants. The airplane a few feet away sat ever motionless, waiting to be played with.