A moment of silence
An intake of breath
An appreciation for life goes hand in hand
With a fear of death
Fuck it. Fuck the end
Who knows where it goes?
It's cold and dark and miserable
Let's look where I know
So fuck death, fuck life
And fuck an impending inevitability that everything and nothing means
Everything and nothing
I'd rather live than wait
I'd rather die than drain
The meaning of our every action in the eyes of something unknown
Is not a thought that plagues my brain
I'd rather be a sinner
Who rolls down in life's muck
And if a saintly glow smites me down
Seriously, who gives a fuck?
Wednesday 24 July 2013
Thursday 18 July 2013
The Unknown Half
'Quite astounding really, wouldn't you say?'
'Yes, quite. Much larger in person.'
'And louder.'
The pair laughed, clinking their tiny tea cups together. The tinkling of fine china was drowned under the screeching roar from behind the bars which they faced.
'Now now,' said the old woman, laughing. 'Manners. Tut, tut, tut.'
'They really should know better by now, wouldn't you think?'
'Quite. More tea, Curiosity?'
They smiled to each other through pursed lips. The woman nodded. 'Thank you.'
The cries grew louder now, shaking cries and woeful shouts, all overlapping each other in a harmony of despair.
The man stopped smiling. He withdrew a long metal stick from his cloak and smacked the bars fiercely. 'Silence!' The figures inside fell back into the shadows.
'Well, that's no good,' said Curiosity. 'No point having them if they are not visible. How will we know what they're doing?'
The man was flustered, his eyes bulging out of his thin face. 'Honestly, they spend their whole lives in front of the camera. You'd think they'd learn some decorum.'
'Well, we must remember that these creatures are not like you or I, my friend. Though I do wish you would tell me your name. We make a great pair you and I.'
The man shook his head. 'It is unknown.'
Curiosity looked disappointed for a moment, but then breathed it out, raising her head to the bars. 'Do you think one day the cage will break?'
The man chortled quietly. He leaned over and kissed the elderly woman softly on her wrinkled cheek. 'Not if you or I remain together, my dear. As you say, we make quite the pair.'
'Yes, quite. Much larger in person.'
'And louder.'
The pair laughed, clinking their tiny tea cups together. The tinkling of fine china was drowned under the screeching roar from behind the bars which they faced.
'Now now,' said the old woman, laughing. 'Manners. Tut, tut, tut.'
'They really should know better by now, wouldn't you think?'
'Quite. More tea, Curiosity?'
They smiled to each other through pursed lips. The woman nodded. 'Thank you.'
The cries grew louder now, shaking cries and woeful shouts, all overlapping each other in a harmony of despair.
The man stopped smiling. He withdrew a long metal stick from his cloak and smacked the bars fiercely. 'Silence!' The figures inside fell back into the shadows.
'Well, that's no good,' said Curiosity. 'No point having them if they are not visible. How will we know what they're doing?'
The man was flustered, his eyes bulging out of his thin face. 'Honestly, they spend their whole lives in front of the camera. You'd think they'd learn some decorum.'
'Well, we must remember that these creatures are not like you or I, my friend. Though I do wish you would tell me your name. We make a great pair you and I.'
The man shook his head. 'It is unknown.'
Curiosity looked disappointed for a moment, but then breathed it out, raising her head to the bars. 'Do you think one day the cage will break?'
The man chortled quietly. He leaned over and kissed the elderly woman softly on her wrinkled cheek. 'Not if you or I remain together, my dear. As you say, we make quite the pair.'
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