With my feet planted firmly I survey the panoramic view before me. Tall grasses bending in the wind, flashes of paths made by wildlife as the waves of verdant green surge and fall.
Wildflowers dot the vista, vibrant jewels glowing in the sun. The wild tangle of a vine winds, climbing the tree, reaching towards the sky.
I look down, the yellowgreen of roots turning to emerald about knee height, vibrant leaves that unfurl and bask.
I really need to mow my lawn.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
From the Zombie Next Door
It's not easy being a dead guy.
I mean there I was minding my own business in Homes & Despots, picking out the HOA approved mailbox, when a shuffling orange vested minion drifts by and just chomps away at my arm!
I spoke to his manager, who only drooled and grunted. I guess minimum wage monkeys are worth exactly what you pay them. I started to feel like I was coming down with something (almost like that time when I ate that Kow Pow or Som Wow chicken at that hole in the wall restaurant) so I grabbed the damn regulation mailbox and went home. I noticed my neighbour was looking out his window. Idiot. Who the hell does he think he is, always looking like that? A wave of sickness rolled over me and I went into the house.
That was days ago. Now everything is a blur. My fever rises and rises, I hear my wife talking, talking always talking. She stops when I take a nip at her and screams something about going home to her mother.
The neighbour is watching me again.
I try and take out the garbage but stop when I realize I'm eating it.
I just want to go to where there is food. I know the shiny box outside can take me, but it won't do what I want. I pound on it in frustration.
The neighbour is watching.
I think I'll eat his fucking brain.
See the original post that inspired this one @
The Zombie Next Door
I mean there I was minding my own business in Homes & Despots, picking out the HOA approved mailbox, when a shuffling orange vested minion drifts by and just chomps away at my arm!
I spoke to his manager, who only drooled and grunted. I guess minimum wage monkeys are worth exactly what you pay them. I started to feel like I was coming down with something (almost like that time when I ate that Kow Pow or Som Wow chicken at that hole in the wall restaurant) so I grabbed the damn regulation mailbox and went home. I noticed my neighbour was looking out his window. Idiot. Who the hell does he think he is, always looking like that? A wave of sickness rolled over me and I went into the house.
That was days ago. Now everything is a blur. My fever rises and rises, I hear my wife talking, talking always talking. She stops when I take a nip at her and screams something about going home to her mother.
The neighbour is watching me again.
I try and take out the garbage but stop when I realize I'm eating it.
I just want to go to where there is food. I know the shiny box outside can take me, but it won't do what I want. I pound on it in frustration.
The neighbour is watching.
I think I'll eat his fucking brain.
See the original post that inspired this one @
The Zombie Next Door
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
The Path
The next step is both a begining and an end, the future can unfold in front of me while the past gets lost in the mist.
Possibilites wind through the trees and drift on the air, if I'm brave enough I'll take the wisps and make them concrete.
Is it dawn's light or evening's glory that illuminates the air? Does it matter?
No. What matters is the step, if I'm brave enough to take it.
...this picture was amongst one that was in an email attachment so I can't credit it or say where it was taken...only you can decide where it takes you
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