oil stains

slacky pants

plant blubs

spreading green lovin'

at the mercy of my imagination

Plant species

Crazy Sun Bathing

My posts in this pocket have grown stagnant. My attention has slowly crept away, tickled by the delights of a daily sundayze craze.

Here is a taste of what's been shooting out of my eye sockets lately:





Take the time to check the blog out and if you feel daring enough, contribute.

The Internet is a pocket that holds the illusion of identity

It's odd to physically meet someone you already know virtually. You’ve seen the frozen moments of their existence, all strategically displayed through the sockets of some social networking opinion peddling site. It’s the kind of site that perverse the concept of a raw emerging virtual space by seducing our egos to surrender our identity for it’s profit. We are charmed by it’s hypnotic promise of freedom of identity. In reality we obediently regurgitate our feebly constructed personalities feeding into the illusion of freedom, only to find it’s a heavy steamy turd. The Internet is a pocket that holds the illusion of identity.

So we watch the world through other people’s snap shots, all based on the captured moments they subscribe the highest value. We construct our own version of their stories for those stationary moments. Their narratives unfold, revealing collective associations. We make up the pieces in between and apply our own understanding as crazy glue to hold it all together.

So when the moment comes when you actually see the other live in the flesh, an awkward feeling emerges. You already established a familiarity with the tiny little pieces of their lives, yet you cannot openly admit to watching. You feel guilty for lurking; yet you will not stop looking. So you are careful with what you say, careful not to leak any indication of what you already think you know about their reality. You ache to gloss over into the realm of familiarity and camaraderie.

You only know them through the intimate stories your imagination has constructed. And you have an expectation of who they should be. How is anyone supposed to live up to the imaginary expectation of strangers? It might be safer to just hide away at home behind the computer screen. We all watch and interact behind the safety of binary codes. It is so easy to construct the stories of others and avoid creating the reality of our waking life.

eruptions

The ability to resist galactic magic is slim, even after losing a limb

Three fold's charm

Never mind the shadow on the bottom of this picture :)
not done yet but thought it would be nice to share

silhouette of a forest canopy

Log job

Threefold philosophia perennis

Acute vibrational smiles

Disembodied magick tricks

to miss the star dust tango

but not far enough

i've been away...

Totem Time!!

I participated in a collaborative doodle project from The Scribble Project. They have it every month. July's project was a mammoth totem-pole.

Here is a piece of it with my contribution (second to last)
Check out the full pole at THE SCRIBBLE PROJECT's website.

Ditty Doodles...

[Fiction] Friday #114

PROMPT: Yesterday, your character called in sick on their birthday because they knew their co-workers had a surprise party planned. Write what happens today.

Baby Fart Blue

I’ve been sitting in my car for over 45 minutes trying to figure out how to erase what happened yesterday. How they ever found out it was my birthday is beyond me. Two years, for two years I was able to conceal the day. I don’t have a facebook or any other social networking nonsense. When asked, I seamlessly adverted the conversation which I’ve become quite good at. There was this one time I almost cracked when Mitch from sales cornered me; he looked me straight in the eyes and asked when was my birthday and why haven’t I told anyone. After a long pause I began to stutter a little when from out of nowhere Peggy the receptionist paged him with a phone call. Maybe if they knew why yesterday could have been avoided. This is ridiculous, a man has the right to share whatever personal information he wants without this sort of harassment!

I’m really late, I’m never late they can’t hold it against me. I had to park at the top level of the garage where no one ever parks. Still, I’m going to have to get out of the car soon enough, they can spot my hide out up here from the windows in the cafeteria. What am I saying, they want to lynch me at this point. I skipped out on my surprise party. Ha ha, I only wish I could have seen their faces after they got word I wasn’t coming in. I didn’t plan for the aftermath, though. I have to face them now. It’s funny how I found out too. If it wasn’t for my post lunch bowl movement session then I would have never over heard the plan for celebration. What gets me heated up and prompted me to act so hasty was their determination to “get me”. This surprise was not a celebration of my existence but a treacherous victory over my right to privacy. Now today I have to sneak around like a criminal.

It must have been that nosey Brenda from accounting. She heads the party inquisition. She’s the head-to-toe-in-pink sort of gal. She is always smiling when she passes you in the hallway. If you dare ask her how she is doing she will reply with an over emotional GREAT! She sends those cliché chain letter emails on how life is filled with fuzzy little animals sliding off of rainbows and unicorns that poop heart bubbles, but you better make sure to send it to the other 10 co-workers around you or all your hair will fall off and you’ll have halitosis. And like clockwork, 30 seconds later I will have about 10 forwards of the same message. She has 5 different cutesy animal calendars in her office. All that pink makes me a little dizzy when I get in her space- might be the cotton candy scented candles. Those things will give you cavities after prolonged exposure. I asked her once how she refrains from vomiting glitter and sparkly objects whenever she enters her office but she laughed and slugged me on the shoulder really hard. I think that was the most honest interaction I have ever had with her.

How did she do it, though? Must have been Rose the new HR rep. They instantly became close- she is just like Brenda only in baby fart blue. She must have checked my file or something. Isn’t that a breach of confidence? She must have violated an HR oath. It’s enough delaying it. I’m just going in. I can see all their cars are parked so I should expect a full house. Hmm, no sight of Peggy out in the front, I must be pretty lucky. She would have been the first to deal with...

“SURPRISE!!!!” “BLURRRRRGGGPPH….” Everything grew really quiet. “Sorry guys, I projectile vomit whenever startled. “

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