The Novel Game

We All Must Stand

2009-08-22T22:01:00.000-05:00

We all must standLets all stand!Stand, celebrate the air!Bask in the running breeze!Raise our hands to the eternal, turquoise sky!Praise the clouds!Roll in the grass, down the hill!Embrace in the field of wheat,Share the grace given!Lets invite everybody!Dance in the rushing stream!Bathe in the clear pool!We shouldn't waste our lives!Stand up!Stand up, my loving siblings,Stand with me underneath

Under the Gray Building Sky

2009-08-22T21:39:00.001-05:00

Under the Gray Building SkyThere's a seaWe're drowning inShe grabs my armsays “No beginning, no end”We're stuck on the bassThe piano beats us downIn another year or so,we won't be around.“Stay in town.” she says“Leave it now.” says IShe drops her handsAll she can do is sighI tell her goodnightat the end of 12 AMShe grabs the door, tells me“There's no fear at the end.”The lights are all offPhones

Aspects

2009-08-21T23:35:00.001-05:00

AspectsAll of our aspects have died.I'm sorry to say this, I wish it weren't true.The world is cracked, struggling, creaking coldly through space.No sun to guide, no planets.No asteroids. No comets.Not even a tiny bit of dust.No radiation, no white-hot core.All of our aspects were left behind.Back in the old system, that's where they rot.That's where the volcanoes are.The atmosphere disappeared

Another Sound

2009-08-20T23:12:00.001-05:00

Another SoundThe sound comes over the radioYoung men dead, dying, in spotsAn unholy OA dusk falling over themThe sun refracted through the misty bloodReflects from the oozing gutsThe glistening feast attracts the gullsWho shit on their meal as they gorge“Damn you, damn you all!” screams the one leftScreams the DJ from the radioScreams the last spearman left alive.

Turn it Round

2009-08-20T23:09:00.000-05:00

Turn it round. The carnival is all...crushed. Under the feet of rain. Lost in Fayetteville The pay phone rings, nobody around to listen. Stuck under a cloud, The cross is weeping, The houses below watching. Lost in this town, A ways off of Sixth. If you listen hard, You can hear the cannonball hurling down the tracks.

Cannonball

2009-08-20T22:44:00.000-05:00

CannonballMonday nightShe rolls overHer hand hits my face. I've beenWoken up the strangest waysfor the last weekSunday early morning, she fartedand rattled the sheetsSaturday 12 pm, she screamed for her motherand rattled the walls“Mama, mama, alone, I've been everywhere and I'm all alone!”Friday morning, in the dark, she shoved me off the bedand I rattled the floorThursday morning, she laughed

In Retrospect to the title called "American Idol"

2009-07-27T22:28:00.000-05:00

Wow, I'm really vitriolic. Sorry...

American Idol

2009-05-20T22:10:00.000-05:00

Sucks. I only pay attention to it when it showcases a nasty little bit of our society. Let's refer to this nasty little bit of dog-turd and Protestant conglomerate as "The Great Mighty Poo". Those of you who played "Conker's Bad Fur Day" might get the reference. As does the lordly shitpile in the game, this little streak recklessly hurls the odious dung he calls "music" on the heads of every

Cravings

2009-05-17T16:33:00.002-05:00

You know those weird cravings that come out of nowhere in the middle of the day, when you're kinda hungry but not hungry enough to warrant a full meal? I got one of those, for FIG NEWTONS of all things. I'd go out and buy some, but I don't have any money. Oh well, just needed to complain.

Star Trek

2009-05-09T22:29:00.002-05:00

So I went and saw Star Trek with the family today. I really think J.J. Abrams did a pretty good job. Bones, Kirk, Spock, and Scotty were exquisitely well played.

Card Game

2009-05-09T12:41:00.002-05:00

Wow, I finally finished digitizing my trading card game. I started doing that last semester and just now finished the 224-ish card set. Now I can print them off and draw the pictures on them! YAY

Here we go!

2009-05-09T01:11:00.000-05:00

So, this is a blog, eh? Looks like fun! Lets get started!I love it when thunderstorms move through Fayetteville. The rumbles make me feel secure, for some reason. Spring and summer storms were more enriching when I lived on the western fringe of Springdale, though. There was this huge field with no trees right behind my house, so I could watch those storms develop and lumber towards me.