Plus Ten

August 30, 2011

I’ve been plus ten for a week and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I’m going to have to walk this off.

Runner

August 27, 2011

In my dream I run straight and fast and pure down an unlit country road. Indistinct trees climb on one side, black on navy. Affluent and pristine mansions loom fresh on the other. Each quick breath sucks brisk air into full lungs. Headlights jounce over a hill in the road far ahead and I awaken.

Billboard

August 14, 2011

This one spoke to me.

Crossing Over

August 12, 2011

The moment when they cross over. The final step, long foreseen and hesitated from. Taking it, they enter a new life. They had all done it before, and they watch them hesitating, knowing. Knowing that feeling of uncertainty. Knowing that regret and shame at a life shunted aside. Still, they step.

Unknown Being #5

August 12, 2011

Unfinished, but abandoned.

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Dream Sight

August 9, 2011

I dreamed of a creature that crawls in buildings on long, spindled legs. It has a large base, shaped like a  pyramid, a square cut diagonally in half. It fits into corners like this, holding itself up in shadowed corners with it’s claws dug in. It watches the lives of those who live there. It is utterly alien and uncomprehending and incomprehensible.

It’s eyes are laid out in four, four large ones in the center of it’s head, and more scattering outwards from there. Gleaming, they never blink. In fact, they cannot blink. They must ingest the visual drama of life. It skitters inside windows, and then out, the occupants rarely even noticing it’s presence. It watches and moves on.

Becoming

August 3, 2011

“Where are the children?”

“I have never seen any young in the packs. Nor heard of any.”

“Then how do they become?”

“They just arrive old as if they had always been.”