Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

The past can pull you down. I can understand why some people would rather forget, and act as if it had never happened.

Pillows

With the kids singing out the future
Maybe kids don't need masters
Just waiting for the Little Busters

Stardust

I spent the afternoon dancing around my living room with a woman who wore black eyeliner that had run down her cheek.

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
Such lonely nights
Dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
Now that you know was long ago

Oh beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
A paradise where roses bloom
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
Oh memory

I Know It's Hard To Remember, But ...

You can't take them all on. The best you can do is make the most out of what you've been given and choose your battles wisely. I want to kick ass as much as you do, but you can't just make a fist every time someone says something rediculous. I know your blag-flag Anarchist friends are only too happy to leap and spraypaint the Coke machine, but try to remember -

No-action, "wu-wei". Know when to act, and when it's best to conserve your efforts for another day.

What did you used to call it ... the Ten of Wands?

The Harlequin's Lullaby

A loving couple lazily spend the summer day beneath an apple tree. The girl has left her socks inside her shoes and placed them beside the picnic blanket. She rests her head on her hands, and leans back against the tree with her eyes closed and a wide grin on her face.

A skeleton sits cross-legged and plays his lute beside her, in a moment desperate to impress. He has no eyes, nor lips, but he sings anyway; his voice sounds embarassed just to be there.

Demand Writing Number Three

Man: ... Hello? I'm having trouble with my water main, and I need someone to come fix the plumbing. The last person I was talking to put me on hold.
Voice On Phone: Oh I'm really sorry about that. How long were you on hold?
Man: I don't know. My watch isn't waterproof.

Look Right Through Me

I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a mad world - Gary Jules

Oh, So Now It's MY Fault!

Sure you think little kids are cute and adorable, but the moment they're wearing dark eyeliner, a bolar hat, and are shot in black and white you think it's creepy. As the sons of Warhol, you should be ashamed of yourselves.

It Was Your Favorite Season

The leaves are turning and the ground is crimson bright, skins of the trees surrounding me are black as night. I can stare at the shadow only so long until it blinds me.

Love is red
like blood.

Waiting For A Smack From A Golden Bat

... Shounen Bat.

It's hard enough as it is, but I'm really not looking forward to the day I can no longer even interact with people any more. I'm not even sure if I want some sort of cure, only that ... I guess I just can't stand waiting. I really, really hate the wait.

That'll drive you crazy, too.

Vagrant Juxtaposition

Enwrapped in a heavy fog that night he made his way home, admiring how the gibbous moon made the church cemetery appear even more peaceful. He saw a glowing red cross in the sky. In this town you can hear The Voice on the radio, and he had to assume that this would be the transmission tower. But he had to wonder – could God really live in a house beneath a red neon sign?

Once he crossed the highway overpass and continued his way home he heard footsteps behind him. He had at this exact same place, every night, for the past week. Something was following him. He had never turned to see it. He had no reason to. He already knew what it looked like.

A chorus of a thousand crickets sang as he walked through the abandoned army grounds, the squat red brick barracks left abandoned, their windows shattered by stones. He reached the point of the path where the orange streetlights were blocked from view, and all the world was cast in shadow. It was exactly half-way through. All at once the crickets fell silent. He stood still. The footsteps behind also stopped. He waited.

“Have the rules changed?”, he thought to himself.

He remembered the time he was working alone at the college late at night. He had taken a break to use the washroom. The grounds had once been a high school. The washroom still had shower stalls. They stood unused, their gray curtains left open to reveal the façade of mold and tile. All except one – a single stall at the very end of the row had its curtain closed. The light seemed to dim only so slightly in that particular corner of the room. He had simply stepped back and closed the door that night. He never used that washroom again.

Tonight he tested, and took two steps forward. Nothing. He walked on, and the crickets began to sing once more. The footsteps did not follow. He continued home and never looked back.