Post by Laura on Nov 16, 2005 18:12:01 GMT -6
This isn't really a story ... it's a thought processing thing that I've been doing for about two years (and it's only this long). I take real life situations I've been in and mould them into these little storytellers ... so yes, a lot is based on experience. It's strange ... I want thoughts.
MY LIFE WITH ADAM (parts 1-11)
-1-
So the paper is like some sort of escape from reality. At least, ours. It's so filled with celebrity news, is it really our business? Or maybe it's our duty to care. Either way, life outside the newspaper would be dull and boring. The news on television is bland. They show bombings and explosions when we could see that at home on our so proclaimed "old" VCRs in a Van Dam movie. Nothing special. At least life inside the papers is exquisite. It's as if everybody's life is wrapped in diamonds and they sleep on a blanket of silk money. That's probably true. They don't even know hard work, I'm sure getting up at 6AM to get your hair and makeup done then doing an all day shoot of walking down streets looking glamorous and overdoing kissing scenes and redoing bed frames gets exhausting. Steel mills, the old factory. It was built in 1867 by an anonymous man and his team. You work from 6 a.m. to 11 p.m., come home grey as rain clouds and your water's been turned off because you didn't pay the hydro bill because pay is only in dimes. Life as we know it, is full of reality bounding truth.
-2-
So how's your mother? The time she puts into making dinner. She floods the living room with knitting she starts but never finishes and has nothing but criticism for everyone. As if she's made up of everyone so she can spot the flaws. Though she's pretty down on herself most of the time. Cooking is never perfect and late night TV is on too late that her eyes start swelling. Her back is breaking and it's birth's fault but then the equation is sent backwards. So time it's passing. Every day she grows weaker and only thinking wiser. I've seen her looks. She glares at me as if I'm the one lacking. Resistance is a quality I'm so lucky I possess.
-3-
You ever wonder how eyes twinkle after good love making? How women have the tendency to over exaggerate and how men are always up for another joining? The difference - being stereotypical - is that women like to call it love making and men just like sex or fucking. It's the difference between us that attracts us. But then so many homosexuals. They're better off that way, at least it's mind numbing to think that way anyways. Loving each other is all that matters but having something in common, preferably how you name sex, that means something.
-4-
So what's with the weather? I have this whole weather-ready pack that I carry with me just in case. You know those weathermen are never accurate. They find time in their day to pretend to understand mother nature and whoever it was that makes it the way it is. All bullshit. Sunshine all day. Translation. Sunshine in the morning, rain at noon, hail in the evening and blizzard over night. With slight chance of freezing rain somewhere between the day. So I get to work, half dressed because I spent the hour I had walking there changing from shorts and a t shirt to full blown snowsuit and snowshoes. But by the time I reached the corner of work it was blistering outside. I walk into work with snow boats and a torn shirt. This was my 'my car broke down' excuse. It's fashionable but not clever.
-5-
When a light burns out, the room dims. Funny how a small piece of glass with electric wires inside can make such a difference. There is this fan lamp on top of the dining room table. It has four light bulbs all facing different ways. If you wanted to be technical, you could say North, East, South, West. So the light in the North burns out and the whole area is black. It's as if the room can't live without one. So you can buy 60 watt and 90 watt but for places like the dining room, where light is only exercised during the time of 6 p.m. and 6:30, I find it a waste to spend the money on a 110 watt when you can get ones that are 40. To me, they are all the same.
-6-
Needles prick like pine. It's only natural, they are called pine needles for a reason. The thing is, when a needle is injected, you can hardly feel it. The aftershock is what you feel - sort of like an earth quake but less mess. Sometimes after the blood dries around the small hole and my bandage gets worn out, the surrounding area turns into this black and blue blob with slight shades of purple. A bruise some call it. Then the area gets limp and numb. What is it that makes it go numb? Maybe I'm just not smart enough to know or maybe I'm the only one who ever feels it. Sometimes life ponders questions I can't answer and usually I say 'it's a damn shame'.
-7-
There is really no debate between these two topics but the fuss about violence VS nudity needs to be discussed more thoroughly. The way the public sees it, violence is just "nature" yet nudity is a sin. Nudity is an art form and can be quite beautiful if you let it. The way people react to a slight baring of one's private parts and the way they react towards someone getting shot down in a war is somewhat sickening. And not the sugar sickening you get after eating all your kid sister's Halloween candy either. The kind of sickening you find in your morning coffee when you're ready for the day and then a picture of a mutilated corpse comes popping up onto the television. Is nudity really all that bad? When you think about it, everyone has seen everything. Even when you're a kid, you see your parents or your older siblings - maybe even your friends naked. I think seeing a man with a plump breast in his hands is much less offending then a man holding a grenade with a smirk that spells 'ready for combat'. Can we move on to the advancement now?
-8-
The obsession with the computer started in the 90s when the internet became easy and cheap. Millions of people handed in their envelopes for a chance at this high-tech "e-mail". People came up with their extraordinary nicknames like 'sugarhoneysexpot@hotmail.com' and 'boybands_are_sexy@yahoo.com' and they forced themselves to like it. Why? Because everyone else was doing it. If your boss emails you and asks for a reply on the double, you email him back even if you despise using email. How are you going to get messages if you don't use what they're using and how are they going to respond when they receive a 2-page letter on their desk requesting that your email just seems too advance for you and you would rather go back to paper and pens. We are wasting energy worldwide but before just killing trees by the second. Then they came out with everything else online. Shopping, banking, auctions, and much, much more and all the people could say was 'bring it on'!
-9-
Is it possible for a married, 42-year-old woman to crush on a guy in his late 20s because he's some sort of rock god? By this I mean he's taken things to a new level and left out the stereotypes and the people who said 'only losers do that' and went on to produce some high-quality music and keep his image all through the crap they put him through? Very. Yet you still have those married, 42-year-old women complaining that music isn't what it used to be. Does marriage have anything to do with it? They sure think so.
-10-
Do you think the people that write songs and say they are about real-life experience actually believe the volcano of lies spilling out of their filthy rich mouths? Or do you think they're actually being truthful in saying that - yes - they have had sex with millions of women and - yes - they have broken hearts but their heart has been scorned worse. It's as if they've never done a bad deed in their life. This bitch used me - this bitch complained too much or maybe you'll go as far as Guns N Roses did and say - this bitch deserved to die. I've talked to a song writer before after he performed about 15 songs about love and heartache and asked him what happened to his last relationship. He pondered into thin air as if the answer was in the ceiling. Then he came back to my face and told me 'she broke up with me because I was kissing another girl' - then I say, 'in your song you said something about how a girl cheated on you and how wrong it was. How much of a burden your heart now has because of it … then you say you cheated on your last girlfriend?' he stands up with this disgusting look on his face and says 'what are you supposed to be?' I exclaimed 'anger gets you nowhere' then left. I've never seen someone's face go so red so fast except for those times in high school when you had to get up and do 10 minute presentations of your essay on the book you never did read. The life I once knew …
-11-
Do you believe in the saying 'if someone deserves to be killed - you kill them'? Sometimes I think it may be true. I'm not talking about the lone people that you just despise because they're "better than you" (or at least that's how you portray them to be) - I'm talking about the people on death row that are proven guilty. The ones that have raped 13-year-old girls and killed babies for the hell of it. It's sad, but true. Some have this saying that 'don't fight fire with fire' in translation that means 'there is no point to killing someone who has killed someone else. That isn't making any statement but what they did was okay because now you're doing it' - I say differently. If someone does something horrendous and are just wasting space in our jail house then kill them. Fight fire with fire or fight murders with the death penalty. Let's see who's crying now.
MY LIFE WITH ADAM (parts 1-11)
-1-
So the paper is like some sort of escape from reality. At least, ours. It's so filled with celebrity news, is it really our business? Or maybe it's our duty to care. Either way, life outside the newspaper would be dull and boring. The news on television is bland. They show bombings and explosions when we could see that at home on our so proclaimed "old" VCRs in a Van Dam movie. Nothing special. At least life inside the papers is exquisite. It's as if everybody's life is wrapped in diamonds and they sleep on a blanket of silk money. That's probably true. They don't even know hard work, I'm sure getting up at 6AM to get your hair and makeup done then doing an all day shoot of walking down streets looking glamorous and overdoing kissing scenes and redoing bed frames gets exhausting. Steel mills, the old factory. It was built in 1867 by an anonymous man and his team. You work from 6 a.m. to 11 p.m., come home grey as rain clouds and your water's been turned off because you didn't pay the hydro bill because pay is only in dimes. Life as we know it, is full of reality bounding truth.
-2-
So how's your mother? The time she puts into making dinner. She floods the living room with knitting she starts but never finishes and has nothing but criticism for everyone. As if she's made up of everyone so she can spot the flaws. Though she's pretty down on herself most of the time. Cooking is never perfect and late night TV is on too late that her eyes start swelling. Her back is breaking and it's birth's fault but then the equation is sent backwards. So time it's passing. Every day she grows weaker and only thinking wiser. I've seen her looks. She glares at me as if I'm the one lacking. Resistance is a quality I'm so lucky I possess.
-3-
You ever wonder how eyes twinkle after good love making? How women have the tendency to over exaggerate and how men are always up for another joining? The difference - being stereotypical - is that women like to call it love making and men just like sex or fucking. It's the difference between us that attracts us. But then so many homosexuals. They're better off that way, at least it's mind numbing to think that way anyways. Loving each other is all that matters but having something in common, preferably how you name sex, that means something.
-4-
So what's with the weather? I have this whole weather-ready pack that I carry with me just in case. You know those weathermen are never accurate. They find time in their day to pretend to understand mother nature and whoever it was that makes it the way it is. All bullshit. Sunshine all day. Translation. Sunshine in the morning, rain at noon, hail in the evening and blizzard over night. With slight chance of freezing rain somewhere between the day. So I get to work, half dressed because I spent the hour I had walking there changing from shorts and a t shirt to full blown snowsuit and snowshoes. But by the time I reached the corner of work it was blistering outside. I walk into work with snow boats and a torn shirt. This was my 'my car broke down' excuse. It's fashionable but not clever.
-5-
When a light burns out, the room dims. Funny how a small piece of glass with electric wires inside can make such a difference. There is this fan lamp on top of the dining room table. It has four light bulbs all facing different ways. If you wanted to be technical, you could say North, East, South, West. So the light in the North burns out and the whole area is black. It's as if the room can't live without one. So you can buy 60 watt and 90 watt but for places like the dining room, where light is only exercised during the time of 6 p.m. and 6:30, I find it a waste to spend the money on a 110 watt when you can get ones that are 40. To me, they are all the same.
-6-
Needles prick like pine. It's only natural, they are called pine needles for a reason. The thing is, when a needle is injected, you can hardly feel it. The aftershock is what you feel - sort of like an earth quake but less mess. Sometimes after the blood dries around the small hole and my bandage gets worn out, the surrounding area turns into this black and blue blob with slight shades of purple. A bruise some call it. Then the area gets limp and numb. What is it that makes it go numb? Maybe I'm just not smart enough to know or maybe I'm the only one who ever feels it. Sometimes life ponders questions I can't answer and usually I say 'it's a damn shame'.
-7-
There is really no debate between these two topics but the fuss about violence VS nudity needs to be discussed more thoroughly. The way the public sees it, violence is just "nature" yet nudity is a sin. Nudity is an art form and can be quite beautiful if you let it. The way people react to a slight baring of one's private parts and the way they react towards someone getting shot down in a war is somewhat sickening. And not the sugar sickening you get after eating all your kid sister's Halloween candy either. The kind of sickening you find in your morning coffee when you're ready for the day and then a picture of a mutilated corpse comes popping up onto the television. Is nudity really all that bad? When you think about it, everyone has seen everything. Even when you're a kid, you see your parents or your older siblings - maybe even your friends naked. I think seeing a man with a plump breast in his hands is much less offending then a man holding a grenade with a smirk that spells 'ready for combat'. Can we move on to the advancement now?
-8-
The obsession with the computer started in the 90s when the internet became easy and cheap. Millions of people handed in their envelopes for a chance at this high-tech "e-mail". People came up with their extraordinary nicknames like 'sugarhoneysexpot@hotmail.com' and 'boybands_are_sexy@yahoo.com' and they forced themselves to like it. Why? Because everyone else was doing it. If your boss emails you and asks for a reply on the double, you email him back even if you despise using email. How are you going to get messages if you don't use what they're using and how are they going to respond when they receive a 2-page letter on their desk requesting that your email just seems too advance for you and you would rather go back to paper and pens. We are wasting energy worldwide but before just killing trees by the second. Then they came out with everything else online. Shopping, banking, auctions, and much, much more and all the people could say was 'bring it on'!
-9-
Is it possible for a married, 42-year-old woman to crush on a guy in his late 20s because he's some sort of rock god? By this I mean he's taken things to a new level and left out the stereotypes and the people who said 'only losers do that' and went on to produce some high-quality music and keep his image all through the crap they put him through? Very. Yet you still have those married, 42-year-old women complaining that music isn't what it used to be. Does marriage have anything to do with it? They sure think so.
-10-
Do you think the people that write songs and say they are about real-life experience actually believe the volcano of lies spilling out of their filthy rich mouths? Or do you think they're actually being truthful in saying that - yes - they have had sex with millions of women and - yes - they have broken hearts but their heart has been scorned worse. It's as if they've never done a bad deed in their life. This bitch used me - this bitch complained too much or maybe you'll go as far as Guns N Roses did and say - this bitch deserved to die. I've talked to a song writer before after he performed about 15 songs about love and heartache and asked him what happened to his last relationship. He pondered into thin air as if the answer was in the ceiling. Then he came back to my face and told me 'she broke up with me because I was kissing another girl' - then I say, 'in your song you said something about how a girl cheated on you and how wrong it was. How much of a burden your heart now has because of it … then you say you cheated on your last girlfriend?' he stands up with this disgusting look on his face and says 'what are you supposed to be?' I exclaimed 'anger gets you nowhere' then left. I've never seen someone's face go so red so fast except for those times in high school when you had to get up and do 10 minute presentations of your essay on the book you never did read. The life I once knew …
-11-
Do you believe in the saying 'if someone deserves to be killed - you kill them'? Sometimes I think it may be true. I'm not talking about the lone people that you just despise because they're "better than you" (or at least that's how you portray them to be) - I'm talking about the people on death row that are proven guilty. The ones that have raped 13-year-old girls and killed babies for the hell of it. It's sad, but true. Some have this saying that 'don't fight fire with fire' in translation that means 'there is no point to killing someone who has killed someone else. That isn't making any statement but what they did was okay because now you're doing it' - I say differently. If someone does something horrendous and are just wasting space in our jail house then kill them. Fight fire with fire or fight murders with the death penalty. Let's see who's crying now.