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Monster of the MidDay by drRansom, literature

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Monster of the MidDay

A dungeon, warped inside the mind of a great artist, lets loose without remorse. There is a beast, a crazy, bewildered beast that is looking at him. This thing is evil, not the evil that is malicious, the other, the worse kind. The very worst type of evil. Pity. Pity that you do not think and feel and behave like it. A beast chained to the wall, attempting to teach you freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Be like us, join mankind, help your brothers. The Artist laughs, an innocent laugh of glee. "You, in chains, want to teach me about freedom and helping my brothers? I will help my brothers, but you, you are not my brother. You are one of

Click, Click, Boom by drRansom, literature

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Click, Click, Boom

Peace in our time." was pleaded again by the announcer. Another time for growth, love, humanity. John felt the cold steel of the pistol against the side of his head. Interesting, he thought, So cold, so common, like a tool of the trade. Shouldn't one look back on life before pulling the trigger? Shouldn't one have a reason ... A reason for what? Peace? Love? War? Freedom? Bywords of politicians. Every man knows war because every man must survive in spite of himself. That's all it is, a tool, morally neutral, yet it screams to be used. Carefully John loads the bulletts. Not just one, you never know who you want to take with you. Wi

H is for Horse by drRansom, literature

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H is for Horse

Inject some goodness, relax your smile. Enjoy your life. Light sensitivity reflecting heart sensitivity. A bullett would be quicker, but hurt much less. Let's use this poison as our friend. Pain in the ass, constipated hatred. Finality is final. The pain of it all, a bullett with butterfly wings. The wings made us happy, they floated and fluttered. All things come to an end, even you. Especially you. So let's end it all, just a little too much. Just a bit more than I'd otherwise do. Just enough to make they hazy glow of the world fade, deeper than night. They say death's nothing but a dream. Waking up is hard to do. Waking up

Green with love by drRansom, literature

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Green with love

When running for your life, avoid wearing wing tips. First, they look horrible, but more importantly, they do not allow you to chase/escape quickly. Sailors always have an adjustment period when they get back to shore. This is why the pub is always seen before the wife. The wife, green eyes, dark hair, beautiful innocence, she's the one most sailors fear. Not because of her positive power, but the negative one. These 'brides' know they will always be second to the ocean, so they have a second, or third, or fifth, husband they keep as well. Sailors are rarely in the same harbor, and even when they are, often care more about booze than b

Poiema by drRansom, literature

Redneck Justice by drRansom, literature

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Redneck Justice

"James Jones, has left this earth on January 19, 2008. His eldest son, John, was present for his passing." Reading these words, Rebecca knew what had to be done. There is little doubt that it was an accident. James wasn't supposed to die. Then again, death is one of those things that's pretty hard to reverse. "He leaves behind two children, John and Rebecca, two grandchildren, and many friends. Litchfield will surely miss him." Rebecca knew what happened. John was the driver, James was the drunk. James was always the drunk. In small southern Illinois, the town drunks are either mean or happy. James brought smiles to everyone's fac

Sticky Situation by drRansom, literature

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Sticky Situation

Take a deep breath. For the next .. how long? fifteen seconds, forty-five minutes, you'll have to breathe when they do. It's a hide and seek game. Everyone has that one part of their life they want to keep private. For most people, it's when they are in bed together. The same folks that will show themselves off sexually to the world will want utter privacy on some occasions. So watch carefully, breathe carefully. You are the bird hiding in the closet. It's not like this will surprise both of them. You justify to yourself. It's a game to you anyway. She knows where you are, she let you in, this as well as last time. Last time ...

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Seasons' Ending by drRansom, literature

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Seasons' Ending

Suicides are not painless. Maybe when he was six they were fun, when they were sixteen they were a piece of bragging rights. For Franklin Smith, now approaching his mid-thirties, they were further evidence that his body was losing it. Between the knees and the lower back, the constant fighting with monsters in the paint, the toll was being worked. In Europe, each basketball team is allowed two Americans. The size and competition level of most doughboys keeps their European counterparts frozen. Franklin's 6'8 muscular build dwarfed most of the nation he played in. Back in the beginning, Franklin was with the Manchester Mariachi's, an ox

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Professor, the fire God by drRansom, literature

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Professor, the fire God

I have a friend known as the professor. Professor is a fire god, although he does not know this yet. Instead of believing he's a fire god, he insists that a serial arsonist lives inside his body. Which isn't far off from what happens when you are a god. Professor never liked fire, although he's grown to hate it recently. He is so sick of fire that he has begun to name different fires according to their natural properties. Fire "A" is a candle fire. If Professor walks into a room that's got candles, they automatically light. It's not easy to be the fire god. Every time he holds a baby, he feels like Nero. Each second he touches his g

Clouds,Suns,Moons,Water, you by drRansom, literature

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Clouds,Suns,Moons,Water, you

I know that the clouds are beautiful. I also know they do not support. I know this because I have flown through them, above them, and walked below them. The clouds are real, but they are unsupportive. Like our parents who bore us. I know the warmth of the sun. Distant, warm, and friendly. I know it supports me, but I can't look at it long. I have walked beneath it, felt its warmth. Scalding, burning. I have felt its abandonment. Frozen, staring at a wasteland that felt deserted. I have known it supported me while I hid in air conditioning, or cursed its not being closer and warmer. Like the God who made us. I have enjoyed the pl

Suffering by drRansom, literature

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Suffering

As I breathe, my ribs crack The pain is the opposite of unreal I can't believe I'm still alive Watching the world fade, Watching the world end Listening to pounding hearts Hearts that are broken open to change closed to ideas listening to the suffering that is me But not all of me is suffering Not all of me hurts I have hopes and dreams That cannot be taken from me Let the world end As long as you're near As long as you're touching me massaging my shoulders changing my world You keep me from wallowing You saved me from myself and I am eternally grateful

The Fire by drRansom, literature

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The Fire

The red brick firehouse was destroyed by a fire ... wait, let me start over. I was working part time in the firehouse. I noticed that the chief and my wife were having an affair. No, they were screwing like mad. Anytime there was a fire, and I came back from fighting the fire, she'd be there in her nightie, ready for me. One evening, after fighting a fire in Carpentersville, I went back to the fire house as usual. "How's my hero?", she inquired. We started going at it immediately, these visits always turned me on ... they used to. I won't go into details, I can hardly think of them without remorse. When I pulled out to complete, I sa

The Fire ... wife's view by drRansom, literature

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The Fire ... wife's view

I left my husband for an enemy. He was too busy for me. He loved the action. I love him. Everything that happened was a result of love. Whether you believe or no, truth is that statement. I never wanted space. I never wanted action. I wanted a family. No way to ask for one. No way except to hint to an egomaniac alcoholic fireman. He never got it. He never got anything. But then again, I never did either. Nobody knows how hard I tried. Candles, incense, even some white magick. Never enough. He hates me. Hates all I am. Regret fills him as he fills me. What did I do to deserve this? Why does he hate me so? Love with all my

The Life of a Christmas Tree by drRansom, literature

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The Life of a Christmas Tree

I was born in the country. I loved my surroundings. I loved the kinship of my fellow. I love the way the wind blows through me. I love the conversations between the others and me. I don't understand the executioners. It seems that they hate beauty. If one of us is well-rounded, intelligent, or even too ugly, they are chopped down and carried away by the executioners. Monotony is what they seek. I desire to be no different. I can hide in the fledgling saplings and avoid the cut. Avoid bleeding to death. Avoid the wince and screams of my fellow tree. Avoid being the friend that disappears into the sunset on the back of a Volkswagon

Lonely Death by drRansom, literature

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Lonely Death

I had a good poem I meant to write. About the joys of love, lonely nights. I had this dream we would reach. Pina collada, sex on the beach. Then I saw your eyes. I heard your breath. Dreams collapsed When you left. I heard you coming. Thought you cared. Thought a passion. How I erred. Not tonight. Fetal position. Tearstains mix Bloodstains. I used my toe. Arms not long enough. Another imperfection. God made me with. I never wanted it this way. None of us did. Can't stay young forever. Embrace the Eternal. It's all that's left. You're gone. I'm here. And I don't give a fuck anymore.

Age 21 by drRansom, literature

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Age 21

Broke and in college. Not knowing the future. Darkness escapes him. Light escapes him. His deepest thoughts are acid-induced puddles. Knows not who he is. Knows not why he is. Drugs and sex are the dream of college. Sorority girls throw themselves for attention. He does not care. Knows not why. He believes truth will come. He knows the reasons. Daddy didn't hug me. Daddy hugged too much. He knows he's 21 and the underagers want him to buy for them. He knows this like he knows he is dying. Like he knows he is alive. He knows the nothing they teach in school. Why bother attending? If all knowledge is empty, why live? He he

Middle-Class Morality? by drRansom, literature

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Middle-Class Morality?

She saw in his eyes what she wanted to be. He was homeless. She was middle-class. He had freedom. The freedom to starve, but the freedom to walk. She was stuck buying clothes to go to a job to afford the house she had to leave vacant to work, and the clothes she resented wearing. Like an executioner charging the prisoner for the bullett, her world charged her to hate it. He owned the rags on his back. he had no cell phone. Nobody woke him up in the middle of the night for business. He was free. He spoke the truth. He knew that he was a bum. He didn't drink. Didn't smoke. Wrote on walls when he found a marker. Wrote "The center

Love of a Fool by drRansom, literature

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Love of a Fool

Vegas Showgirl. Vegas Singer. Vegas everything. Never Happy. Never successful. Works night and day for the dream. Longs to be a singer. Hates stripping. Hates singing shitty pop music. Wants to get out on her own. Never happen. She dreams of family. Wants a husband (nobody marries showgirls, Anna Nicole excepted). Parents hate her. Siblings don't speak. She loves so deeply, and this hurts so much. If she has kids, she loses her income. Desires friendship. Nobody will talk to her unless it's about stripping or the guys she's been with, or what makes her horny. More to her than that. More to her than speed in the morning and

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Mine by JessaMar, literature

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Mine

Mine You know you're mine And I wouldn't make you anything But mine Beautiful You know you are But only if you stay And don't go far Fly I know you can and all But don't you fly away Or you will fall Here That is where you belong Right by my side while I Sing this song Beloved That's what you are to me But to anyone else You cannot be Mine You know you're only mine You know you're all that's mine You're mine

Independence day by Charlemaine, literature

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Independence day

In sharp-edged words it is over -- pushed through the motions of the too-expected clock. The numbers and the words are nothing but relics repeated, rhyming and relying on lies. I feel the cool rush and it is not promises but vanilla vodka through which the night shines like crystal. Through the quick poison I see Hopeful faces painted on a screen Singing, so it seems Of sweetness and of dreams But since when do dreams come in only four colours?

A Question of Rights by SRSmith, literature

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A Question of Rights

The men that delivered Louis to the Chancellors chambers had done so quickly, forcefully and without remark. Louis had goaded them through the tunnels from the parking garage, up the elevators and along the corridors without rebuke until they deposited him violently on the cold stone floor and left the room. "Louis," the Chancellor frowned down at him, "you disappoint me." He shook his head slowly as he spoke. "I thought we had an understanding." Louis pulled himself to his feet, the binders on his ankles and wrists making it an awkward and painful task. "Chancellor Godheid, you've gone too far this time. You have no grounds for arrest, yo

I Found June by JessaMar, literature

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I Found June

Would that I had been suckled by wolves in the kind of world where we belong paths pounded through soil and forest repeating the same simple steps the sun also rises As kisses go, I will not forget that one how extraordinarily dangerous love is a soft wind whispers sweet nothings down the corridors of the prison that I return to my heart paraphrases: I changed everything for you The faith we have this is what church is supposed to be begging the question of the chicken and the egg you found God; I saw people sleeping under bridge abutments and the prison where inmates had stood in the rising water for days a human voice cut of

A Philosopher's Enemy by Aarrccs-Revenant, literature

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A Philosopher's Enemy

I don't suppose you want the short answer But if apathy were an art form I'd sincerely hope You made more than one masterpiece [One masterpiece: If I was a young adult in the early 90's, I thought I would care more about Rwanda than Kurt Cobain's suicide. The truth is, I really didn't care about either.] But enough of that, I think (we are universes condensed, speaking to one another) You would ask, who or what is the Prime One? The Universe? I might say... Yes! Is it I or You or We? It simply is. That's not an answer. The short one, yes. In reality, our interpretation of answer is different. For example, why do we learn? Bu

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Whoops I did it again by drRansom, literature

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Whoops I did it again

There are several ways to go about doing this. Some people insist on using the Y-incision similar to the way an autopsy would be performed. Here at the institute we strongly discourage this. For starters, we know why this creature died. It was well past the prime of its life and could no longer be a servant to the schemer. Not that it's our place to say so, but the tender ones do have the best flavor, but we eat what we can, and we cook it as best we can. Take this example before me. First thing we do is clean up the mess. Once a subject passes away, the bodily fluids escape. A simple bath in boiling water should take care of this, a

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drRansom

Dec 1, 2008

Life UpDates

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And no, that's not a typo. DATING:  After two and a half years(ish) of sleeping with whatever women caught my fancy I've decided to start dating again. Probably the worst idea in history. I'm willing to start 'dating', which is a term I haven't used in a long time.  I'd always call it 'hanging out', which sounds more like video games and beerpong than long nights of watching movies and sex, but it worked for me. Now I will try to go on a date, which will be 'interesting'.  Like the educational 'interesting' which means 'stupid'. See, I've now read books on dating and relationships and all that jazz.  I know what I should do to keep a rel

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Oct 14, 2008

Government: interfering with...

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The government has now bailed out the banking industry, the automotive industry, all for the effect of helping the 'economy'. Such behavior is against the principles of capitalism. Such behavior is against the American Dream. Such behavior makes me want to give up. I work ... a lot. I don't want to say that the economy's not in trouble.  I want to point out that the government's responsibility is not to help the people. "people should not be scared of their governments, governments should be scared of their people." ~V for Vendetta "from the dawn of time all nations have had governments, and all nations have been ashamed of them." ~G.K

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Oct 10, 2008

Chasm - Circle of Dust

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LOST AMONG THE RECESSES OF THE UNDEFINED ETHEREAL PSYCHOTIC HAZE SEEMINGLY ENDLESS IS THE FALL - NO STABLE MEMORIES TO RECALL (YOU CAME AND TOOK THE REST OF THEM ALL) NO SURE WARNING EVER HEARD "YOU ARE FRAGILE" WHEN YOU EXPECT THE PAIN - NOTHING MORE TO ASCERTAIN WHEN YOU RESPECT THE LIE - DEADLY CHASM OPENED WIDE VICTIM OF THE KILLERS SEETHING IN THE DEEPEST MIND EVER EXISTING OUT OF PHASE STEADILY FALLING OUT OF LINE - NO TRACE OF LIVING LEFT TO FIND ( YOU CAME TO MAKE ME ONE OF YOUR KIND ) don't leave me here please don't leave me here gave me so much to fear you've left me with such pretty scars...