Sunday night before last

"There was a time that this wasn't called 'Hop-Hop', it was just shit you did."
- Futura

I started to write an entry about this that took up a few pages in my notebook almost bashing people who do "Hip-Hop Choreography". Then I realized that 90% of you won't get it. So I'll leave you with the quote that storm told us at story tellers night. This quote simmered in my head for a long while and will stay with me. Thanks Storm.

Thoughts manifested from conversation between StormKo, Optic, Mars, Drah, Bookum and I.

Monday Morning

The morning was overcast with a few rays of light here and there. I decided to go for a run. The air felt dense with heat. When I came back home I bade D'Artagnan good morning and washed away my sweat. I watched sixteen candles and ate soyrizo. The mood struck me to write so I put music on, "Little Joy" to be exact, and lit a candle. The sky had grown cloudier since my run and i stared at the clouds to find a character, a scene, something. The air turned cool in a summer way and heavy drops of rain began to fall. Dispersed among each other significant enough to make a hush sound. It was in between a sprinkle and a rain as the spanish red roof tiles grew in red intensity among the grey clouds and black asphalt. The scene was so beautiful that it made me want to reach over to hold your hand, though I am alone. If i could reach over all the houses and trees, all the streets and people to find your hand waiting for mine, I would. To find your fingers locked with mine, I would.

Grandpa

"You're in a grassy field. There are a few flowers, but mostly grass. It's completely flat. You look up and see the sun, bright and dizzying. As you stare at the sun you notice something falling. It comes closer and you realize it's a snake with a giant head; circling down toward you. As it falls closer it opens it mouth wide to eat you. "What's going on? What are you doing?" You ask the great snake and it replies "I am your mother." Just then you see her. "I am here to guide you and protect you from all the bad that hails from this land." You look up again from where the snake had fallen from and you see the sun is on it's way to meet the earth. A strange light sings to you from the gap that is left between the sun and earth. A melody so sweet and mysterious. You walk toward the light but as you walk it retracts, slowly. You begin to walk faster and faster and faster until you are running. The light retracts faster and faster and faster until it is completely fleeting. There is no more soft grass underneath you, only coarse, rough sand. As you begin to perspire the desert twilight haunts you. Your paranoia increase as you gasp for air. The cacti are plotting against you, so are the mice and tumble weeds. Night grows and the stars show their light off to you, teasing you. As the sun sinks into the distant earth you begin to cry. The light you chased after remains in your thoughts and you are left with nothing. You curse the sun and the earth, the night and the mother. You curse the teasing light of the stars and plotting tumble weeds. You fall to your knees, crying. Then you look down to see the most beautiful, simple thing. beyond words and imagination it is there - for you."

news

So i've finally finished my first draft of my kids book. It took a while to let the thoughts simmer but i finally got it done. I'm planning to print out a copy and bring it to story-tellers night for some criticism. Thoughts that i have about it already is that it's very short, it's about 10 pages. I could do more but I really would like some constructive criticism first then I can make additions and divisions. Also, I've revisited an old project idea from 2007 and am making it to a full blown project. I'm excited for this one, but it can be devastating if i don't take my time with it. I'll be planning to pitch this to the story tellers as well as some other people. My last project is that of my Alter ego's blog. I'm waiting for some criticism for my last update. I wanted to open this one open but since people have been unresponsive it looks like i'll just be working on this alone and i'll be deleting the blog. I'll give it another week to see if this lights any asses on fire. It's also because i've been busy so I haven't been able to focus enough on the A.E.'s but this next couple of weeks should be pretty filled with free-time. Just wanted to update everyone on what was going on.

This doesn't have to do with my other blog, but it's written in the same format. I had this flash of an idea and this is what came out:


After an eventful battle.

Captain: What are you smiling about soldier?

Soldier: We won, cap't. They're dead, and the one's that ain't are gunne be.

Captain: Is that so?

Soldier: Yes sir.

Captain: What do you see there soldier?
:: Points to dead body, opposing army::

Soldier: I see a dead muther fucker cap't
:: Begins to chuckle::

Captain: ::Emotional punch, soldier on back::
::Raise voice::
What do you see soldier?

Soldier: ::Confused::

Captain: ::Screaming::
This! This is all of us! We're all, already dead mother fuckers with lead and pistols!
:;Breathing hard::
Walking dead, killing. Doing the devils work 'cause some congressman, some president - No, 'cause some real sick mother fucker told us to. There is no such thing as winning soldier, only more killing. Were just playing a politicians game; a battle royal. The last men standing get a metal and an applause. Well, do you know the difference between that dead muther fucker and the survivors is? The metal.

I made another blogspot. my approach is a little different than this one.
I'll still be using this one for updates, random writing, etc. etc.. Hence the name of the blog. No worries.

http://writingofmes.blogspot.com/

Outlier

I write a lot. As a matter of fact tonight i was going to go to a Denny's or Diner of some sort and take my notebooks with me so I could write. I write a lot on my blog and my notebooks, and I would love to share all of it to the world but I can't. I've been writing a lot more personal stuff lately, stuff about love and other subjects rather than simple fiction. The reason I can't post stuff that I write down is because it's too personal and I don't mind sharing it. People are afraid of what they read if it reveals too much about a person. Especially if that person is closely related to them, in one way or another. Then all hell breaks loose because people read way too much into your shit and think that your a fucking ass hole, or a depressed looney. Then don't consider it's just a creative outlet, oh no not with all these fucking statistic's out about johnny and suzy and how fucked up they are. Everyone's an expert. Plus, everyone who encourages you or say that they want you to write some more only want you to write the stuff they want to read, what they think is pleasent or what they consider a "good read" or whatever the fuck they want. Otherwise it's no use and, again, you just turn into some kind of fucking looney. I'm not johnny, I'm not dick and I'm sure as hell ain't suzy or betty. I'm Alex, so fuck all of you - go analyze that.