Take a long good look at yourself boy….
Posted by strangledgoose on December 13th, 2007 filed in PONDERINGS...3 Comments »
Creeping up on a silent lake of the blackest blue, smooth as a marble floor.
Knowing revolt is floating stinking on the surface, yet you still creep towards the lake.
An eerie void fills the air, missing things, no wind or animal of any kind.
The smell reaches you first and you know it will not wash off, sticky as fish guts.
A rope can be seen floating, reaching towards the shore as still as the lake.
Memories of that night bubble to the surface, screaming seemingly forever. Then silence too much silence.
You step in the stench of thick mud on the edge of the shore and reach for the rope.
Screaming, then silence, screaming then silence, over and over. The madness, the moment.
Pulling on the rope you draw that wonderful night back to you from the bottom of the lake.
At the end partly still wraped in plastic you can see the decade remains of a tiny arm sticking through.
Unwrapping it as one would a gift once again you are filled with hope and purpose, to go on killing the innocent, the helpless to go on insane.
Unwrapping Reality
Posted by strangledgoose on December 12th, 2007 filed in PONDERINGS...1 Comment »
Welcome to the kingdom of my mind, with its neuron fast lanes and rolling cerebral hills I travel in a thought.
At the speed of light I pass through cortex after cortex, reaching out for passengers in my memory, familiar friends I know better for the ride.
I slow down at the hippocampus to expand my knowledge, relax and unwind.
Never a journey twice, never a journey the same.
These are the passages, the passages of my brain.
12/12/2007
Birthday of Rufus R Clark
THE DARK LANE….
Posted by strangledgoose on October 14th, 2007 filed in PONDERINGS...3 Comments »
To go beyond care can be a liberating yet debilitating experience at the same time.
Such an oily path it can be, at any moment you could slip off.
It really depends on how far you take it, taking it too far could be exactly what your trying to do but here also lies the problem, control.
People often talk about wanting to loose it, but before you take it to a busy shopping mall and split be aware you could end up sitting in your own shit sucking your thumb.
Most people don’t really want to loose control, I’m sure they’re more interested in loosing responsibility.
I am serious about not taking things too seriously.
Yet another loop onto itself.
For anyone who wants to loose control I’d say don’t jump from the cliff before redrawing your priorities.
If your going to loose anything I’d start here.
TV
MONEY
JOB
FAMILY
See your Doctor if pain persists.
A few of my favorite ‘THINGS’
Posted by strangledgoose on August 10th, 2007 filed in PONDERINGS...4 Comments »
The host post with the most, roll on in.
Underground love and undercooked skin.
We fall out and fold within.
Beating yourself until you give in.
Just a few of my favourite things. It’s nice to have things.
Some people have things living in their cupboard, fridge, shed…..minds.
Things.
Things are always here and there, a superposition.
A thing is a thing.
There are ‘Thingy’s’, ‘Thingy-me-bobs’ and ‘Thingy-ma-jigs’.
A community of ‘Things’ living alongside one another in peace and harmony.
And us, constantly at war ever since we learned to use rocks as weapons of mass destruction.
Polluting. Killing. Lying. Cheating. Stealing.
Yet we lounge about believing we are the supreme beings of the Universe unaware we are being out classed, out smarted and out done by all sorts of ‘THINGS’
The space between….
Posted by strangledgoose on July 27th, 2007 filed in PONDERINGS...4 Comments »
To which is said or not said,
Done or not done.
Is decided by a gate.
A gate of fate one may say.
Either what is said or done contains a positive or equal negitive amount of energy.
I’m not worried about which way the gate opens or shuts.
I want to know more about the hinges on which the gate swings.
Mind bowling through the blanket of life…..
Posted by strangledgoose on July 20th, 2007 filed in Short Stories2 Comments »
I take a deep breath, hold it, hold it, longer…..release…Ahhhhhhh.
I try to imagine all the worry and slurry that infects me during the day is released in that breath. I pretend threads of negative energy knot up in my lungs and are spewed out with that breath. I do it before work every morning as I know there will be people who will replace it much quicker than I can breathe it out. But at least I keep my head just higher than the black ocean that engulfs me. Mind you it’s not always bad, it’s sometimes worse. I’ve noticed I don’t do it the mornings I don’t work.
I’m a sales person.
I see the side of humanity that wants it cheaper, better, faster. I see the Jones’s come in every day buying something just so they can keep ahead of the people who want to keep ahead of them. I hear things like, “I can’t believe the state of the world today, what’s the best deal you can do me on a 50″ plasma TV?” or “I can’t believe the lack of service these days, what’s the best deal you can do me on a 50″ plasma TV?” or “I can’t believe how expensive these are, what’s the best deal you can do me on a 50″ plasma TV?”. I think how can you complain about these things then buy a 50″ plasma TV? It was a sharp kind of thought, now it’s a blunt, numb kind of thought. I add it to the ball of dark twine in my lungs.
I sell TV’s
I see the staff whom have fallen to the wants and demands of the well-off needy after years and years of service on the unneeded much wanted material front line. A kind of cloudiness in their eyes and shadow over their soul, many times unaware that they’ve said good morning to me three times in the first hour of work. Just a reflex action as another us passes by. And then I see the others, newer employees still with enough life in them to struggle against the invisible force of consumerism, each day making a stand, winning or loosing a small battle before either leaving knowing there is no hope or staying and becoming a “have a good day now” zombie. Or like me struggling as I seem to be, branding truth as my weapon and slaying as many of the Jones’s I can.
My sales are above average.
ANNIE’S SWING…
Posted by strangledgoose on March 16th, 2007 filed in TOP TEN LISTS...4 Comments »
Seven years ago a young girl was taken by a stranger from this rope swing and never seen again. No child has swung in it since.
The mother visits the swing every year on her little girls birthday hoping she will be able to push her child in it once again but the laughter of delight the mother expects to hear is but an echo in a maddening mind.
Apart from the mother no one in the small sad community of Robe, South Australia holds any more hope that the child is still alive.
It’s now a kind of morbid tourist attraction called Annie’s Swing.
My Friend Crickle….
Posted by strangledgoose on January 10th, 2007 filed in Short Stories7 Comments »
My friend, my own special friend. A friend quite literally to the end.
It all started well. It’s nice to have a friend.
It ended badly. It ended sad. But thankfully it ended. Thankfully the pain wept away.
I’d known for sometime. I felt it with me, but not part of me.
Neither it nor I could hide any secrets as we shared the same thoughts, though we did not share the same heart and we existed as close strangers.
Until I found how it lived, how my relationship with it was much, much more to do with my death and less to do with my love.
Imaginary friends like normal friends need to feed.
Though the similarities end there.
I at seven had the energy of ten adults. The zest that affects all children.
It was at seven it appeared.
Never alone no matter how outcast I may feel, never to let me down like many so it seemed had.
I started dying.
It was feeding on me.
Digesting the magic-electric that powers all of us yet remains unknown to us.
Life.
Crickle told me its name.
In a world of enemies Crickle became my closest friend.
My reality.
As I grow sick Crickle came to understand I knew it was killing me.
Doctors, hospitals, tears and screams. Now my daily life.
It was bearable because I had Crickle.
Crickle told me it did love me as it had loved all its hosts.
But like all before I was depleted.
It must move on like an animal of the African Savannah, one water hole to the next.
I was drying up.
The last days of my life I spent locked within a torture chamber outlined by the boundary of my skin.
Blood choking my lungs.
Cold metal bars replacing my once warm agile bones.
The chill was growing within.
For Crickle it was time to move on.
As Crickle was leaving me, it was forgetting me.
Leaving me empty.
Taking my last particle of energy to power it to its next source.
Alone.
A used battery.
I die.
Why We Have Traffic Lights…
Posted by strangledgoose on January 10th, 2007 filed in PONDERINGS...1 Comment »
“Cars work by collecting magnesium and concentrating it into an invisible force field that simply drags the whole planet along under your wheels. Two cars travelling in different directions risk tearing the planet in half – which is why we have traffic lights.”
HAMMOCK INCENTIVE…..
Posted by strangledgoose on January 5th, 2007 filed in PONDERINGS...5 Comments »
I think there should be a government incentive that makes it a rule when any two trees are a hammocks length apart one must be placed there.
Should cut down on the homeless….
Mmmm…..actually with hammocks all around the place there’d prolly be more homeless.
I might need to think about this, sorry to waste your time.
PEACE.
