Dependable


Everyone loves you. Is glad to see you. Values you. You're dependable.

First in, last out. The go to, the one to call. You're dependable.

You're the rock. You're the steady hand of success. You're dependable.

We can count on you. We know you'll take care of it. You're dependable.

Left behind while others rush past. Clean up the mess they leave. You're dependable.

Handle it, no matter what. No excuses, no whining. Get it done, team player. You're dependable.

I can't be bothered, give it to the chump. It'll be taken care of. Sucker. Patsy. Fall guy. Drone.

More work, less reward. Bow your head and be annointed with the spit of your betters.

Be dependable.





*I had a bad day at work*

Sermon

I look down upon you, your shining faces rapt with emotion as I speak the Truth. You wayward paths have all crossed over and about one another to bring you here today. Here to bear witness to the glorious revelation of my lord, my Saviour's grace.
I see people good and bad as I sweep my gaze across you. Truth and lie. Love and hate. Some saints, all sinners. You have all heard words of faith before today, but not my Word. None among you, young or old, clean or foul have heard the grand message that my lord has brought me to give to you today.
I see that you wonder at the absence of your former preacher. Well, a shepherd that leads his flock astray is no shepherd at all, but a wolf in gilded clothing. Your shepherd has led his flock far astray, so he was the first to receive my lord's blessing, for the stained require more cleansing than the washed. My lord's voice erupted forth, deadening his ears and opening his mind to the light of truth. He wept as he prepared to receive my lord's blessing, but he weeps no more.
Now I am here, guided by my lord's divine hand. You lucky sinners will be among the first to be saved by my lord's glory. Prepare for the Word, brothers and sisters. Accept the one true love, delivered by cold steel and burning fire. Raise up your heads, open your hearts and hear my words!

I am the voice of the one true god, and my sermons are delivered in lead!

Shadows Have Weight
AC

Shadows have weight. They seem without substance, ephemeral, but the absence of light has a form, heft and solidity that the eye can't perceive.

Light settles on your shoulders like a gossamer cloud, burning away the cares that seek to bog you down. Shadow wraps around you like a death shroud, binding your arms to your side and clogging your throat when you try to draw a breath.

Shadows have weight and shadows have a voice. A voice that ears can not hear, but that screams bloody murder to the spirit. Walk into a dark room and you can hear the deafening silence of shadow. A cacophony of inaudible noise.

Shadows have weight and shadows have a temperature. More than just the removal of light's heat, shadows can chill your blood. Step through the shade and feel your shoulders hunch, your skin pebble and your breath catch.

Shadows have form.
Shadows have voice.
Shadows have purpose. They cry out the end of us all.
Shadows have weight.

Fucking Emo!
AC

Darkness is liquid, dripping through the cracks in reality and puddling in the recesses of mortal thought. We push forward light, crying out a false face bright with hope and optimism. Pools of radiance dot the landscape of the collective consciousness, pushing back the gloom, but our gathered apathy is not to be denied, so the light is slowly choked and snuffed. Religion claims the ability to abolish darkness, to end the night, but all constructs of man eventually contribute to the dusk. The denial of the dawn. At the end of our tale, the last of us will stand atop a mountain of corpses. Piles of our murdered shells used to climb above the rising tide. They will stand upon the bodies of their loved ones and cackle in madness as the pitch black water rises above their head.







Joke, just a joke.

Untitled

There I sat, watching the turning of the world. The change from innocence to guilt, clean to sullied.
I sat and watched ants flee in the distance, seeking to escape the unavoidable.
I sat and counted the minutes, back to front, reversing time to a new big bang. The beginning at the end.
I sat and listened as a steel throat screamed the warning of doom's arrival. Harbinger of Death, destroyer of worlds.
I sat, unflinching, as the second sun rose over the horizon. Blinded, I smiled.
I sat and felt the vibrations of man-made thunder moving through the ground, waves that broke upon my legs and shattered my bones.
I sat, face turned to the light as my skin dried, cracked and flaked to ash.
There I sat, bearing witness to the end, even as my body blew away on the wind of destruction.
There I sit still, a shadow burned into the earth.

"Gonzo"
by: AC

Burn bright, like a star flashing super nova, it's light too intense to see until years after it's gone.

Burn long, refusing the dousing waters of mediocrity.

Burn hot, igniting everything you pass. Fuck the alarms! Smoke strengthens the lungs!

Burn fierce and wild, jumping the borders of your own path.

Burn hard. Burn strong. Burn weird. You are your own fuel.

Burn like a beast. Burn away the pain of being a man.

Burn proud.

Ignore the critics, decry the naysayers. Nature abhors a vacume, but she fucking lusts for chaos.

Burn alive, but don't burn out.

Stay live. Stay lit.

Stay Gonzo.






For Hunter.
Rest in contentment, because peace would bore him.
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."

Cattle Of The Gods
By: AC

The sun is all I see.

A tiny spot of sunlight that crawls across the earthen walls and floor of my cell. A tiny spot of light shining in through a tiny hole in the otherwise solid wooden ceiling.

The sun is all I see.

I sit here, tugging at the chain that runs from my ankle to a hook set in the ceiling. I pull and pull, but the chain only rattles its mocking laughter. I know that I'll never break the chain, but even its laughter is better than the quiet. In the quiet all I can hear is the beating of my traitorus heart. The beating that draws the attention of the dark god who keeps me hostage.

The sun is all I see. It marks the time between feedings.

Every day I watch as the sun moves down the wall of my cell, across the floor and up the opposite wall. I watch, and dread the moment that it dims and fades away. The moment that the dark god will rise. I can smell him as he pushes his way in to my cell, forcing his misty mass through the tiny hole that had recently contained only sun. He smells of molded yeast and dust. The smell of ages. I can feel the mist as it collects at my feet, pooling and building itself until it grows into his human form. Even in the total lack of light, he allows me to see him, forcing his image into my mind. I can see his smirkand the narrowing of his eyes as he leans over me. I see his nostrils flare as he breathes in my scent, taking it into the long dead organs of his body. He whispers that he can smell my fear just before his lips close upon my throat. I pray that he'll finish me this time, that he'll slip, lose control and drain me dry, but I know that he won't. His control is forged across centuries. Millenia.

I close my eyes as he draws my life past his lips.

The sun is all I see.

Blank
By: AC

Stare into the Blank and you can see eternity staring back at you, laughing. The Blank is a fickle and abusive lover. She begs you to fill her, to give her form, all the time mocking you. Questioning your abilities. Your worth. When you look upon the Blank you simultaneously see unending possibilities and numberless dead ends. You can not conquer the Blank. She is an invincible foe that you can only hope to temporarily satisfy, knowing that she will be back, and just as hungry. She is the ultimate bigamist, with millions of lovers struggling to please her, and none succeeding.
The Blank was here at the beginning, and she will caress the last of us with her velvety soft claws. The world is full of deities, but the only true god is the Blank.

Untitled

You walk through the day as a breeze, disturbing not a hair on those you pass. To those who move about you you are a shadow, silent as a whisper; but to me you are a hurricane, a supernova, a bright, shining light that screams to my senses. As you pass me I inhale your scent, storing it for later rumination. When I brush against you the silk of your skin lights a fire in my brain. The sight of you arouses my heart and quickens my breath. You dominate my thoughts and run riot over my emotions. When your path intersects with my life you leave both ruin and renewal, death and rebirth. You are the sum total of my wants, needs and desires.

You are the moon, and I am the tide that you control.