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First in Line

           First in Line Communication Dedication Graceful participation Former traditions of dignity Give way to intentional chaos   Racial divide Portraying false data To convince far and wide Create your own myth The devil laughs As we contort in his light   Blind justice dies On the walls we’ve erected Around one another “Come together” Was a lifeline That died on the vine   Science and hopes and viruses ignite Evacuation Eradication Can you see his disease? The devil laughs Distorting the fight   We don’t have to live this way Stay inside to fight another day Throw open the bird box Lift up your lies Eyes wide open To a death that never dies   When the dilation of liberty Is shoved down the throat Of a rabid dog And the beast turns to bite I’ll be the first in line

Time

Time Nothing is the infinite abyss eating its own tail consumption of time not a straight line exiting where we begin. Time created is a false shore we can never stop creating more moments we can only fill them or leave them empty. The scales of time click by in unmeasurable pulses too small or too vast even death is powerless against its venom. In Memory of Nikki A.
Schisautomaton I hear a feather falling crackling quantum shift      implosion of diametrical beauty breaking sunlight each barb infiltrating fibers of sight spinning a thousand years of deception into my temple in one psychosomatic second. Liberty, Justice, Death all three are lies each one a point on the triangle of Oppression an ever-open eye cloned into our patchwork culture feeding as much as seeing, seething with the sounds of OUR        gnashing teeth. The children become aware and give voice but the crest of the wave flatlines long before reaching shore. Tectonic shift/History ends Drowned out by Liberty, Justice, Democracy until all that can be heard are the crickets of the credits. The audience is long gone. In fact, they were never listening. The film turns into random 1’s and 0’s devoured by the cancerous mouth of the past - Rewritten. Snakes strike from calculated clouds of awareness into the neon-lit n

My Promise

The Nature of Stories

"Stories come naturally to us.  We can't help it.  There are many different worlds, many competing realities within our heads, fueled by books, television, even barely remembered childhood tales.  There's an endless supply of fictional concepts more familiar to us than anything or anyone real.  We have a far greater connection to the fictional characters we know and love than the random people we pass on the street.  Our destinies and inspirations are shaped by lies, myths and fables." --Alan Wake (American Nightmare)

And the word of the year award goes to....

Lots of people pick a word for the day, or even a word of the week. But what about a word for the year? If you could pick one word to describe the past year, what would it be?  It could be something that encompasses your life, your work in progress, or just a concept you keep running into on the net.  But the key is to not use any descriptions.  Just a word. Mine = Dystopian What’s yours?

With An Eccentric Eye (Factotum)

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I'm going to try and make at least one post a month devoted to an odd film I've watched.  Seeing as how I've got quite the backlog on my Netflix Instant Queue this shouldn't be a problem.  These might be 'foreign' films (I use the term loosely since the web audience is obviously global) or art-house films, or quirky little dramas that few have heard about.  But they will without fail be films that won't appeal to everybody.  And just because I think a film is discussion-worthy for the purposes of this blog doesn't make it a blanket endorsement.  Nor should these be considered reviews.  I just feel that there are a lot of odd, quirky films that aren't blockbusters that have a lot to say.  Or, at the very least, will make you go, "Hmmm?"  What can I say, I love the underdog.  I hope this will be a section where those who are fed up with run-into-the-ground formulaic movies (don't get me wrong, I love a good action flick) will be able to