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Week 37 – Catalog #2

The Museum

The museum of random modern art is just as quirky as its’ name.

Located on a corner near a busy intersection, the colorful doors invite you to your own unique experience.

At the main desk, you can pick up a headset that gives you a wi-fi enabled tour experience.

While they play randomized snippets of songs chosen to make your experience more random than you can handle, you can meander past exhibits and feed into the randomness.

You can stop at the vizualisation station and pick a random set of glasses that show you a potential path through the museum. Hint: Each path ends at the gift shop!

What a joy to pick through the random pieces of modern art!

Look! It’s a picture of the melted front end of a cop car caused by the exhaust of an M1 Abrams tank! Its’ title? “Tanks a lot! Waa waa…”

There’s a sculpture of a feline, made entirely of wood! Look closely, and you’ll see the name “Cat of log (get it? Catalog?)”

Oh, the laughs!

Oh the sights!

Is that a burning bag of poo in the corner, or is it just a burning bag? You better find out!

It’s neither! It’s a hologram!

Any guess what it’s called?

Yep, that’s right!

This museum is something you’ll never forget!

Week 33 – Command #2

The Grind

I was frustrated.

In my head, I was banging my noggin on the table.

I couldn’t see the future. I could only see red tape.

Whenever I tried to go around it, I was

Stopped. In. My. Tracks.

Ugh!

Sometimes, I wished I didn’t have to follow the commands handed down to me.

Why do I put up with this shit?

I would pull out some hair except I was already bald, and my fingernails were already chewed to the nubs.

I went outside and took a deep breath.

I envisioned myself in the Swiss Alps, looking up at the sun.

It was a glorious moment.

And all was good.

Week 19 – Carnival #1

One Night Only

In the sweaty summer night, the moon melted behind wheezy clouds

Noise hung solidly over the dirt and straw of the midway grounds

Hucksters and carnies shouted over the crowds, luring the unsuspecting

While bells and sirens screamed and strobe lights flashed.

People laughed, yelled, and cheered

While drinking beer, and soda.

Eating fried everything, cotton candy, and elephant ears.

One night only

At the carnival.

Week 17 – Birth #2

Pain

They say that there is always pain with birth

There is also pain with a papercut

There is pain when you stub your toe

There is pain when you are broken.

Some say that living is pain.

Some say that there is no life without pain.

No pain, no gain, they say.

Pain makes you feel alive.

It’s all such a pain.

 

Week 13 – Head #1

Dark Visions

Daylight broke over the horizon.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, the visions had come back.

When I was a child, there was a big slide at the local playground.

Scrambling up the steps, I somehow lost my balance, and fell on my head.

Concussed, but too young to know it, I remember crying and screaming at the visions that besieged me that night.

No one could have known that the next day, and year, and decade after that, I still had the visions.

When I got to college, I experimented with hallucinogenics.

That first trip, I came face to face with the visions.

I walked through the portal, and defeated each and every demon from that slide accident.

The visions stopped, but my drug use didn’t.

On the cusp of 2017, facing the realities of my stoner life, I decided to give up drugs and become a fully functioning member of society.

I was successful for two weeks.

But there I was, lying in bed…

The visions returned.

Week 11 – Light #2

Preparing to Be

When I was a little boy, I had a dream that I was locked up in jail.

I was sorely disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to accomplish all the things I was supposed to accomplish in my lifetime.

I look back on that dream often, wondering if I was successful in doing those things.

Deep inside, I think not, and I strive to do better.

But what was I meant to do? What do I want to do?

Squandering time to consider these things?

Or am I preparing a better roadmap?

While I wait for the future to shine the light of perspective upon my dilemma,

I’ll try to be patient.

I’ll try to prepare.

I’ll try to be ready.

To be my own light, and the light to others.

Sayonara, 2016!

Although 2016 brought some really great things into my life – the completion of my master’s degree, a move into a house that we love, in a neighborhood that we love, a few great concerts, a fantastic vacation on the Outer Banks – I feel like it’s really kicked the crap out of me as well. The celebrity deaths have been brutal, the election was soul-sucking, and my job was particularly harrowing for a while.

So here we are on the cusp of a new year, and I am particularly thrilled!

To be honest, I think I get excited at the prospect of starting every new year, but I think 2017 will be one of big change. Aside from watching how things go with the presidential inauguration, I will have a new job, and new goals to focus on!

I hope everyone has a tremendous baptism at 11:59pm tonight, to wash the stank of 2016 from them, and I wish you all a wonderful, amazing, glorious, fun and happy 2017!

Week 1 – Cartoon #1

Over the next few days or weeks, I’ll be posting the writings I’ve done since I started this project (see “Rededication”). In week one, the topic was “cartoon”. The goal I’ve set is to write something related to the word for the week. Sometimes, it will be obvious. Sometimes, mysterious. Always fresh! Hope you enjoy!

The Last Fight

The door opened with a BANG!

Startled, he JUMPED and hit his head on the too short ceiling fan.

SEEING STARS, he reached out to her, apologizing.

As she screamed, his hair actually moved as if BLOWN BY THE WIND.

She stormed out of the house, her legs churning so fast he could hardly SEE THEM.

 

He slumped against the wall, rubbing his head.

His eyes felt like little X’S. He felt dead to the world.

As he slid down into his torment of desperation, he felt a laugh ESCAPE HIS THROAT.

He had visions of being Wile E. Coyote in those old Bugs Bunny cartoons, chasing after Road Runner.

After all, he did feel like AN ANVIL FELL ON HIS HEAD…

 

With that crazy thought, he stood straight up.

He realized that this was a loop that played over and over and over, resetting itself every time they got back together.

Sure, she had BAGS OF MONEY

And her cat SYLVESTER was pretty cool…

 

But every time she left, he ran after her.

Not this time, he’d decided…

Instead, he calmly collected her things into a worn ACME box,

Intending to set them on the porch.

 

But in reality,

He threw Every. Single. One of them.

Out the fucking window!