Rantings of a Spotty Minded Artist

Un-inspiring Short Stories - The Cassowary and the Penguin.

2011-10-11T00:30:00.001-07:00

"Catch me" called the Cassowary to the Penguin as he leaped from the branch, flapping sporadically and, once again, landing neck first onto his friend below.
"We're wasting our time," decided the Penguin as he brushed himself off and began to make his way up the tree. "You cannot fly and neither can I".
"Well, what else do you want to do?" questioned Cassowary with a neck bent right.
So they stood and they looked at one another, and their minds ticked over..

Un-inspiring Short Stories - B's opportunity

2011-09-29T18:02:00.001-07:00

Tainted by the speckled allure of a bus drivers fury.
B rolled into desk and papers, began to wallow and his fingers, they went to work as his thoughts were lost in the air somewhere.
B's dreaming of the fast wind, the loud feelings and of breaking clocks.
And then the noise happens.
Like a branch fallen on the track, B's mind is torn from the wild ride to face the whip end of those spoken words. "...ired, have your desk cleared by 6."
B took the long route home by foot, via the new cemetery and the old bmx track.
His feet were drawling week yet a feeling so electric held him dancing along the fence line and B wallowed in the beautiful fury of freedom,
all the way to house and child.
And B's son had drawn a picture for him, with all the colours
of shifted opportunity.

Uninspiring Short Stories - Lizzie's Enigmatical Significance to the Doctor of Reason.

2011-09-23T02:04:00.000-07:00

The hot water only burnt her goose bumpy skin.

Doctor Bloodhound looked sideways at the girl, toasted and shivering in the water. 'Miss Elizabeth Ard, if I may..' and Doctor B held out the stethoscope in Liz's direction.

'Your confusion exceeds me doctor'. Miss Ard guarded her body. 'You cannot fix what is made of unfixings, and you cannot make right of that which has rights to be wrong.'

The doctor settled back in his chair, scratched his chin and took in a deep breath to realign his vertebrae.

Lost but not forgotten

Was the day he gave up indifference for reason.

Uninspiring Short Stories - Casual Agency

2011-07-18T19:27:00.001-07:00

A minor misconception had the mirror turning blue
and Casual Agency felt that hook of guilt lodged deep in his throat.
It was not a competition
anymore.
Cas had just assumed
and consumed his own foul words in a fit of glory and demise.
And the mirror is a foreigner,
stained blue, far and misconstrued.

Uninspiring Short Stories - Blank Sirens

2011-05-27T03:53:00.001-07:00

As that incessant whining of the siren fills the cabs inner hustle of purpose, blank can't help but feel pained by the hatred for his job.
"I just cannot sympathize a great purpose to the rush of saving the lives of those who (most likely) have put themselves in the line of their own ultimate predicaments"
Blank only ever expressed his true feelings towards the job to those he knew weren't going the make it.
Only this time,
Blank was outlived by the man dying beneath fast sirens.
For that was blanks last standing hour in a cureless life gone sour.

Tom Waits voice

2011-05-18T01:26:00.001-07:00

Like an orgasm of sharp gravel over a predetermined itch.
Like smooth chocolate
Hard whiskey truth.
Blue smoke from the shadows of an unnoticed corner.
Jagged nails over softened skin.
Hitting cold polished concrete and then
slowly
Sliding
Down
and sinking
into
A wet serenity

Anthony Hopkins Voice

2011-05-18T01:24:00.001-07:00

Like cool water over hot skin.
Like the full body exhaled calm of bladder relief.
Bedtime stories
And sinking into the softest pillow of a dreamers embrace.

Knowledge?

2011-05-14T01:51:00.001-07:00

Sometimes I get so excited about knowledge that I become overwhelmed with the excitement of learning and loose concentration on what I am learning and therefore miss out on learning because I was too busy being excited about the potential for knowledge.

moon for a background use

2011-05-12T04:58:00.000-07:00

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Moon Over Dog Street

2011-05-12T03:57:00.000-07:00

Uninspiring Short Stories - the Culinary Bovine Poultry Swine Fest

2011-05-10T03:16:00.000-07:00

And so the 'Culinary Bovine Poultry Swine Fest' - the CBPSF - was happening again, as it does on the 17th weekend of the year, every year,
and miss Larna Codface was exceedingly nauseated at the mear sight of the sign.
"How can you people consume a formerly live creature like that?!" she squealed to a nearby crowd of enthusiasts, 'those animals had liiiives like you and I!'
But the crowd seemed too busy chowing down on their beef taco's and ham sandwiches to bother with rebuttal, so much so that they all appeared to be scuffling around on top of one another to get to the meat stands for more. Like pigs around a trough.
And so Larna abruptly turned her Codface and went home, the long way, with the resentful smell of torn flesh clinging to her autumn dress.
On approach to the door to her home, a carrot welcomed her as broccoli lounged on the couch and a mushroom exited the bathroom saying, "Everyone. I suggest avoiding the loo for at LEAST the next half hour." Some bugs began screaming under broccoli's sprouts and the bacteria on carrots skin ran circles in the excitement. Larna never ate again.

Uninspiring Short Stories - Sister Won't You

2011-05-09T18:09:00.001-07:00

'Sister, will you join me for a stroll through the park?
'Brother that would be too dangerous, what if branches were to fall?'
'Sister then, won't you join me for an outing to the beach?'
'The beach? Brother, are you mad?! Our imminently melanoma ridden bodies will be shark snacks by noon!
'Come then sister, let us have a quiet drink at the bar?'
She's shaking her head almost drearily. 'I do not drink brother. Alcohol is bad for ones health.'
So Jack leaves, get depressingly drunk, dives into the sea and has his right arm devoured by a shark. He's bleeding like crazy, the alcohol has thinned his blood. The ambo's roar down Carrington Street, sirens shieking. Jack is in the back as an oak branch ahead cracks, falls, crushes the front end of the ambulance.
…3 days later and freshly discharged, Jack visits his sister again at her home.
The door is unbarred, tv moaning low. She is dead in her arm chair. A police officer hits the box switch mid infomercial and the coroner jots down death by boredom.

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Uninspiring Short Stories - Sad Songstress Lady Dolltamer

2011-01-11T02:03:00.000-08:00

'Indecisive on a level of unlikely proportions'.

The recent description given to Sad Songstress Lady Dolltamer was enough to force reality onto a multi-fictional mind.

'if I cannot be many and must be only one' she sang low to herself,

'one must be many at once',

'one many must only be many as one',

'oh sorrow suppression oh strain,

for they do not know a trifle half'

'having so many many's and only one life time for art'.

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Uninspiring Short Stories - Selfless Barry

2010-08-17T02:41:00.000-07:00

It was 17 years to the date
after the day which is marked on Selfless Barry's dairy as
'the beginning of the rest of life'.
Though it was no day for celebrations.
Selfless buried his head in his hands and weeped and imagined sinking into the earth. Sinking through
the old chair,
through the old carpet,
the old dirt
and into the earth to remain.
Out of sight, out of mind.
For there was not a single relevant event In which Selfless Barry's life had been a part of
since that optimistic day 17 years before now.

Uninspiring Short Stories - For Instance Doctor

2010-07-29T06:46:00.000-07:00

'Well, for instance doctor.. When I drive down a road, it could be any road. The memories which are held to that road are many, from any and every past life lived.
Happy memories,
sad memories,
Indifferent,
and they CROWD me so. It's like I can't breathe doctor.
No longer can I BE anywhere, GO anywhere,
and feel the peace of a new day.'
'Ahm'. The doctor let out a slight noise to acknowledge the time and looked towards the clock on the wall.
'Will it be the same time tomorrow then?'

I Saw A Lady Today...

2010-07-29T06:38:00.000-07:00

I saw a lady today notice an old couple walk by hand in hand and It made her smile, and it made me smile as I watched the lady's face as she watched the old couple and was flooded with happiness. I later wondered whether any one had through me become spellbound at the magic of that old couple.

Uninspiring Short Stories - The Grasshopper in the Morning Dew

2010-07-25T23:08:00.000-07:00

It was half twelve and the morning dew was still holding to those blades of grass, holding on as if life depended on it.
The grasshopper stared on at the little droplets for some time.
She was diving for memories, pulling them clear to the surface.
She was remembering a time when those very droplets had reflected in her eyes and caught the inspiration of her love.
Her eyes began to sparkle now... Though not with reflections of a dew but of a salty water in which she could not remember the meaning.

Uninspiring Short Stories - The Plan of Count Mocking Bird

2010-07-24T01:26:00.000-07:00

7 hour train ride to a place unknown.

No plan of when to return. No plan of whether to return at all.

This was the plan of Count Mocking Bird.
Though sadly for he, she was back at half 3 with their young and a box full of smiles.

Uninspiring Short Stories - Where He Is

2010-07-23T21:28:00.000-07:00

'No one knows where I am.' He thought to himself.

'No one in the world knows where I am at this very moment.'

Smiling a little smile of serene happy, he stopped, looked up at the sky.... and then down at his IPhone, saw the satellite tracking to the nearest tower and heard the sound of crying nobodies posting updates on their whereabouts.

Uninspiring Short Stories - Raven

2010-07-19T01:16:00.000-07:00

He understands now, the raven in his arm chair of solace. He understands why famous people only date famous people.
She was just like him when they met. Alone and in a daydream.
A caterpillar.
The raven sat in his chair and he dreamt of days when things were good. Days of sweet company with his young caterpillar.
Then he remembered the days of change, and the days of success.
Her success.
She still loved him. Wanted to share everything with the raven.
But she was busy.
Everyday that the caterpillar got bigger, gained fame and the fortune which accompanies it, the raven grew smaller. Retreated into dark spaces and sank into shallow pits and crawled into his own mind. Further, deeper.
He only wanted to hear her sing a song of love for him again.
But she was preoccupied.
The raven now shakes his head slowly, shivers.
'As soon as the sun comes up I will feel warmer.' decided the raven.
And he closed his eyes and sighed as he sat back in his arm chair of solace. On that sunny day, in the basement which is his home.

Uninspiring Short Stories - Snapper Head and the Gravy

2010-07-19T01:10:00.000-07:00

'Kiss me!' screams the snapper head at the gravy.
'As you wish' exclaims the gravy and morbidly carries out it's duty.
'Oh forget it.' cries the snapper head. 'there's no passion in you anymore. It's not the same when it has to be asked for.'
The gravy checks it's watch.
Almost time for work.

Uninspiring Short Stories - The mutated chameleon horse

2010-07-19T01:08:00.000-07:00

The mutated chameleon horse was tired of speaking to this relentless doctor.
'I just, I just feel like I need to constantly change in order to survive.' he spoke solemly to the doctor.
The doctor cleared his throat.
'Now we both know son, that until you can show the proper signs of understanding exactly what you are, we will continue to have this nonsense chatter until the cows come home.'
'Neigh.' the mutated chameleon horse reluctantly sighed as he looked toward the barricaded window and turned the colour of despair.

Uninspiring Short Stories - The Clock and the Clown

2010-07-19T01:01:00.000-07:00

'And you mister,' said the clock to the clown. 'you think YOUR life is sad?! While mine is a sad life it is also uneventful. People look at me, but they will never know me!'
The clown frowns, looks away. 'I know EXACTLY what you mean.' He thinks to himself.

boon companions

2010-06-30T00:33:00.000-07:00

What classifies a friend as a friend?

But what classifies a REAL friend as a friend, in the most definate of manner?

Friends are people in which you choose to spend time with and who will choose to spend time with you for enjoyment. Am i correct?

And where do they come from?

As the days of my life carry on going by I'm noticing that the further you get from school age, the harder it is to meet people and create real friendships. It's easier to make aquaintences with age but harder to form friendships.
Most people have a few close friends that they've known since school, but what happens when you are an adult and have not kept the friendships formed at school. How then, does one form friendships with people? It's no longer as easy as 'hi, I like your shoes. Do you wanna be friends?' and you can't simply go up to some person at the supermarket and say 'fancy coming over my place for some tea?'

Do friendships formed during adult life ever make it to the strength that childhood friendships do?

As for people that have been acquainted, maybe via taking or have taken part in the same activity. When comes the point in which it is ok to suggest spending some time with one another, outside of whatever situation has brought you to be acquainted?

Maybe our society is ready for 'speed friendship-ing' evenings..?

Maybe not.

Maybe some of us just have it in our destiny to become the crazy cat lady.
'Rooouuaaaghhlooaaharrnnnnnnn....'

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Which cubicle do you choose?

2010-06-28T01:34:00.000-07:00

Which cubicle do you choose when you visit the public amenities?

Is it the furthest from the door,

assuming that most people are lazy and therefore the furthest away is the least used?

Do you go to the middle

thinking that people planning on doing a poo will reside themselves nearest the the walls?

When big, bold and sloppy people enter a room,

do they enter with such an importance around them that they miss the first couple of loo's?

Or is it the discrete, quiet 'first cubicle' goers that it is best to steer clear of?

...Alteratively, maybe you've got better things to do with your time than waste it considering which cubicle is the best...

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