docile, humble, swept under the rug,
drugged, hesitant, how have you tamed me?
running, shaking, i am not now who i thought i am.
silent, feverish, why is my jaw clenched?
present tense me is slowly dulled
shield around me
breath so hot on my upper lip, burning through
nostrils flared, my eyes keep closing,
and here, present tense me, incapable of knowing
anything in my world.
….that one day web designers will stop trying to lock down vertical space. That one day web designers will stop trying to put drop shadows on items that need to stretch…. That one day, this sort of thing will matter to me again.
Just looking at “secret” files of the various heroes and villains in the Batman comics.
Of the 22 listed:
14 have blue eyes
4 have green eyes
2 have brown eyes
2 have unknown eye color
I have half a mind to write an angry letter to the editors of DC Comics demanding to see more accurate representation of the eye colors of the population of America. I’m certain that the percentages here are way off base. Are they trying to tell me that people with brown eyes are less likely to be heroic/villainous than people with blue eyes?
It’s just not true.
that i ever done did write.
I sit and work the airpump on my weapon with a sick, twisted smile on my face, all the while thinking, “The revolution is at hand.” And had I brothers in this battle, I would be thinking, “The revolution is at hand, my brothers.” But I do not. At least not yet. At least not that I know of. My smile widens, but not too much. For a wide smile is not very sick, nor is it very twisted.
As I run my hand along the weapon’s curves feeling the texture of the molded plastic grip, I think, “This weapon is my deliverence.” And would add “my brothers” and probably would say, “our deliverence” if, as mentioned above, there were brothers to be addressing.
The revolution will not be televised. More likely, it will be a feature-length film with companion CD-rom, soundtrack, action figure and bedsheet. The only thing televised about the revolution will be the incessant commercials.
“The only thing televised about the revolution will be the incessant commercials,” I think, smiling broadly.
But not too broadly.
Is there nothing these things can’t cure? The “Indecent Proposal” episode of Simpsons last night had me and Jen rolling. Homer watching on as Artie and Marge kiss during the recreation of their senior prom. “But if Artie and Marge get married, I’ll never be born!” Brilliant.
Then, “Send the bill to Baron von Kissalot.” “Will do!”….and then we see the bill arrive at the Baron’s house. Oh, what a killer.
About my employment: you heard right, folks, and you heard it here first.
February 28th will be my last day at Type A.
