I am unwell. Blocked and black. Heartbroken and cracking in the head.
The dreams of death keep returning.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
the stare
It was the last time and the last fucking chance. All his shots at utopia had failed miserably. An inkling. Tiny but sure niggled in his gut. "I can do this. Not I must but I can ,not can now but I fucking will. I will do it. I must its the last time. No not must. I can. I will!" He is taken over.
He picks up the ball. Focusing on the basket. Attempting correction for all possible outcomes, once twice and now again. He finally looks hard and fast at the basket. Looks down at the ball. This time in minutae careful measurement he raises his torso and lifts the arms in one perfect motion eyes bulge open and he takes the shot.
In slow motion. The balls parabolic trajectory seems to be right on the mark , it slowly spins through the tense air. The shot is on track as it approaches the basket.
Very slow motion. The ball very slowly reaches the hoop. it is going in. There is even a hint of a smile in the boy. The ball is going in. its going in!!
But a shudder deep and celestial reverberates and chills their bones and cracks the walls and shakes the hoop.
"What was that then?"
" Ive seen this once before ' a greybeard announces.
" The Void Smiles At The Boy!"
He has missed the shot.
Three days Later
Midnight Storms blow heavily across the fields and the oceans redblooded rage against the shore.
Masses of people herdlike tread towards the ocean cliffs against the gales, inanimate and mechanically. The first lines of the herds approach the cliff and suddenly stop.
The boy is there at the very front. He alone steps to the very edge of the abyss. He raises his head into the gale and stares out into the vast horizon. It is a beautiful sight. He breathes in the heavy waves of air blowing . The redblood sea shines like a luminous grand spectacle. The bloodlight reflects in his eyes and cheeks.
A sudden great loud yawn causes them all to press hands to ears.
Near the bottom of the cliff exactly below the boy a whirlpool of black nothing begins to swirl. Its edges rise up the cliff. The swirl of nothing black as midnight seems to hover and sneer at the boy. It looks at the herds and smiles. Somehow eyes form upon the VOId and turning to the boy he is forced to stare at them. The boy terrified looks away. For some reason he begins to calm and he finally turns to The VOID. The Void And the Boy just stare at each other, not in anger but in some kind of wrestle. The hordes look up from their hypnotic state in great wonderment at what is taking place.
The Boy no longer fearful even a little confident begins to try and stare down the eyes of the Void. A mistake boy. Wrong my son. The Void wanted this to happen. A monstrous and hideous laugh is excreted by the VOID when the Boy seems to have got too confident. The Void stares at the boy with fury and the boy in complete terror averts them again.
The Void moves away from the cliff and slips down into the ocean. It spreads out into a very wide circle. All Attempts at Utopia have failed. Now the hordes can only wish for their own destruction. They need no reason. The boy first and the most pained of all takes his time then falls into the Abyss that is there before him. A pause. Then in lines the rest of the human race in tread towards their destiny.
To finally drop into the Smiling Void and Be free of Existence forever.
He picks up the ball. Focusing on the basket. Attempting correction for all possible outcomes, once twice and now again. He finally looks hard and fast at the basket. Looks down at the ball. This time in minutae careful measurement he raises his torso and lifts the arms in one perfect motion eyes bulge open and he takes the shot.
In slow motion. The balls parabolic trajectory seems to be right on the mark , it slowly spins through the tense air. The shot is on track as it approaches the basket.
Very slow motion. The ball very slowly reaches the hoop. it is going in. There is even a hint of a smile in the boy. The ball is going in. its going in!!
But a shudder deep and celestial reverberates and chills their bones and cracks the walls and shakes the hoop.
"What was that then?"
" Ive seen this once before ' a greybeard announces.
" The Void Smiles At The Boy!"
He has missed the shot.
Three days Later
Midnight Storms blow heavily across the fields and the oceans redblooded rage against the shore.
Masses of people herdlike tread towards the ocean cliffs against the gales, inanimate and mechanically. The first lines of the herds approach the cliff and suddenly stop.
The boy is there at the very front. He alone steps to the very edge of the abyss. He raises his head into the gale and stares out into the vast horizon. It is a beautiful sight. He breathes in the heavy waves of air blowing . The redblood sea shines like a luminous grand spectacle. The bloodlight reflects in his eyes and cheeks.
A sudden great loud yawn causes them all to press hands to ears.
Near the bottom of the cliff exactly below the boy a whirlpool of black nothing begins to swirl. Its edges rise up the cliff. The swirl of nothing black as midnight seems to hover and sneer at the boy. It looks at the herds and smiles. Somehow eyes form upon the VOId and turning to the boy he is forced to stare at them. The boy terrified looks away. For some reason he begins to calm and he finally turns to The VOID. The Void And the Boy just stare at each other, not in anger but in some kind of wrestle. The hordes look up from their hypnotic state in great wonderment at what is taking place.
The Boy no longer fearful even a little confident begins to try and stare down the eyes of the Void. A mistake boy. Wrong my son. The Void wanted this to happen. A monstrous and hideous laugh is excreted by the VOID when the Boy seems to have got too confident. The Void stares at the boy with fury and the boy in complete terror averts them again.
The Void moves away from the cliff and slips down into the ocean. It spreads out into a very wide circle. All Attempts at Utopia have failed. Now the hordes can only wish for their own destruction. They need no reason. The boy first and the most pained of all takes his time then falls into the Abyss that is there before him. A pause. Then in lines the rest of the human race in tread towards their destiny.
To finally drop into the Smiling Void and Be free of Existence forever.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
