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Ashkin savored the golden light. Waking up, it makes old objects for new toys. When the curtains are drawn back and the shutters open, the imposture stands exposed. That new toy was the old candle stick, the suit of armor, your faded jeans. Cloistered in his apartment, where the sun scarcely ever reached, He preferred to prolong his nights as long as possible. That is why he never stopped dreaming. Awake, he still slept. To act while sleeping is somnambulism. Using this method, He preserved his childhood, intact, well beyond the proper amount of years. He obeyed the mysterious and absurd disciplines which, by dint of respect and patience, childhood carries to the point of a rite. Balancing forks and knives on a glass topped by a cork; holding a nail right in the flame of a candle until there is an intolerable burn. Accustomed to miracles, he never thanked anyone who helped him: he believed all to be natural. One day his father left. That day he turned thirteen. That was the death of the wolf, and the silence that disinfected his uninhabitable home. It was in this freedom, that he found his voice...

My Blog

After a Shack of Crabs

And then Savannah, where everglades drape deep in the rhythm of the old south, and palm trees lean in the wetland; limber in a warm gale. I happened across a flat and slim highway stretching through y...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 23:52:00 GMT

I am a Sheep

The emancipation of taking off was much like matrimony, both frightening yet exciting& I had a passion for airplanes, but on the condition; that I travel alone. I knew the value of eclectic smiles shu...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 18:00:00 GMT

I Loved to Watch Her Sleep

I loved to watch her sleep. Her eyelids in repose took on a sadness that I did not know in her. She was pure even in her sleep, dreams were something unkown to her. We loved eachother in an empty thea...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 15:59:00 GMT

Pure Genius

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Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 14:59:00 GMT

Satanwood

Hollywood - a devil town. A town run by Satan.The nature of evil holds three attributes: Greed, The desire for Power, and and violence.On the flip side, these are the TOP THREE THINGS you need to "mak...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 23:36:00 GMT

I Saw in the Middle

I saw it in the middle. Lush fields spread thin and wide, which are, on occasion, interrupted by a protrusions of aging red roof barns or once reflective tin grain mills; now covered in a wet moss. Ri...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 13:20:00 GMT

Meksyanski Lightyear

MeksyanskiA cowboy space Killer...An American hero on Jupiter's only plane...MeksyanskiBlack rimmed hat.Dusty wool coat.Rusted buckle. The nose of a distant moon, terranic with craters...The love of h...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 17:34:00 GMT

River MAN

The sky was pink. British Columbia, A pure deep river somewhere running through. What's the smell?Hold a piece of ice up to a red nose in a pine forest and inhale. Its like that but infinite.Then a lo...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 00:47:00 GMT

HAIKU

Needing Sushi bad; Eternities have passed on, Cooked food is nothing....
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 14:56:00 GMT

The Innovative Work in Lighting by Kubrick

As the 18th century embarkment was halfway over a new art from swept Europe, one that would surely be remembered. Neoclassicism. A beautiful French rebirth of an art style and movement that came about...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Aug 2005 13:09:00 GMT