The Sock-Monkey As Alone

Episode 2   There was a storm on the way. The clouds of the edge of the distance were black and fat with thunder and rain. The sky was written in a negative as if by flashes of light. You could see the opposite of the world with each flicker of a roar. "so," said Sam, "it is possible." "yes," said Teki. "This isn't some monkeys paw's bullshit I can give you what you want." Sam - So, tell me again what exactly do I have to do? Teki - It is simple enough. 1, the world trigger is the word Anunnaki; after we make a blood covenant, then it will transform you into a passport. 2 you will stay as a passport for twenty-four hours or until we visit another part of the zoo. 3 it will take a week if we don't jump to another section of the zoo for you to be able to become a passport again. But if we do jump, you will revert to your natural state (which is to say as you are now). 4 When you are in an Anunnaki form,

Episode 1 A sizzling egg, Butter bubbling around it in a frying pan, and a thick slice of wheat toast cooling on a plate on the counter nearby. The tourist was wearing an apron. His large flashlight eyes emitting ever so subtle light. Teki with his scaly skin and lean muscle shaping and reshaping itself with every movement of the arm attached to his hand, flipping or prodding the egg with the spatula, as if in ritual seduction of the cooking down of Sam's dreams. That of the newly chosen passport that he knew still did not believe he was anything but a hallucination. He began to sing the song that would eventually wake Sam up from a physical hibernation that was Xanax induced delirium. The song rang out (reverberated) in the house as every word carried in the key to the melody of the old Beatles standard in my life. He sang, "there are places I remember all my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better, some have gone, and some remain." His vo

" Dying is a wild night and a new road." – Emily Dickinson "Love never dies a natural death." -Anais Nin "We all float down here." -Pennywise the clown. Cynthia "sam" Lynskey: was a chubby tired librarian. Who had been looking for a fix. "I am in control,"; she wanted to tell herself, yet she knew this was a regret waiting for honesty to validate it. She is standing in the hall of a house, Out in the hills. The preacher and his family were squatting in a dilapidated hell-hole they called home. Where the walls had holes from punches in the plaster, and there was a single couch and a stained mattress for furniture. She was responsible for some of those stains—over six months of talking herself down from sobriety, talking herself down from pride or dignity. the couch was near the entryway with a trinity of sleeping dirt-covered "white trash." One child, the rest could be anywhere from twenty to for

"When we see the earth from space we see it as a whole...we see the unity, not the divisions."                     - Stephen Hawking "To see a World in a Grain of Sand"                     - William Blake It was the darkest of nights with the brightest of stars. Dead things remind the living that the point is in the doing. Our fragile planet is orbiting a time traveler hoping with all my heart that you will let me live in your dream. In the reflection of the light in the eyes of some alien being looking up at the stars. that maybe you too are reaching outward while trying to be content. I will take vain hope over the active submission to my death drive. I will take before I lose appreciation of how wonderful... the opportunity to lose to the ultimate power of the universe... to fall before the monsters with tears in my eyes. Hope slowly beginning to seem like there is no point to it. at last, content to stare towards a light surrounded by darkn

Impractical weapons. Or, my evening shadow in the sun. Part-two of Dharma-Discharge. -------Introduction.------- Glistening with honey is that rust all over the evening sun, or, some nostalgic projection on my last if not final of deaths. Oh-well long sighs for summer days and goodbyes. Where's the truth in all these lies! But alas, this is an autobiography; no one expects the truth. So, for this reason, I will not write the story of my life imagined as I remember it. But as I remember imagining it. /v\/ Part 1 - Breathing Dead--- As far as I can tell, I was never born. Though I did wake up from whatever void I was not born into. The reality was cold and did not want me anymore; then I wanted it to be something more. In this grew an abyss and from this abyss an absence. And its fundamental hunger is as much the protagonist of this book as I. Only she was born or, at least, that is how I imagined it. I didn't know her