creative exercise 7J, blending fantasy and reality

I smoked my brand far enough to hide blood. Doc says they will zap me hard, says dying is nothing to be overly concerned about. Just a hard spot all the time. That was the giveaway. Once we dig it out, gravity could cause the remaining mass to collapse back in on itself—that's if you can build the excavating equipment out of material that doesn't melt when you hit the mantle. Even cold, dead Mars has more love and heat than me. I know because I was in the Dollar Store at Federal Plaza in the Grove when a female tried to get my attention for help in finding an item, but I was busy with someone else. Maybe I can help you now, make you mine. Her flame-green eyes traffic drugs and turned-up lips at champagne sidewalk art that says Unity Against. Am I witch doctor? Never study what I say and then think the medication wore off. I basically just flew off the handle again and professed surprise. Halloween kids who run out of money will come to our door dressed as firemen, and I feel good suddenly as from room to room princesses and pumpkins and clowns lie still.

(posts) an excerpt about a glimmer of hope

There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

 

an exercise combining some junk

Bots starve connections between systems and promises. Time burials on sidewalks under oceans. A sun-star sound skyward goes to extraordinary measures to control. Mind separates from brain, free mind brain damage.

At the creek behind the park four sightless girls bled themselves into the stream, bleeding blind we saw them arranged there unsatisfied and timing. Find the girls again.

That night we awake with ant feet, spiders for hands, we wake with these and midnight mouth, then swept into the arms of grandfather running to the emergency room through a yellow-eyed doorway.

about visions of the mad

A madman and sleeper, seer of a thousand impossible visions, who sees when he imagines. The demon who comes in the first moments of sleep and remains long after waking; the demon he saw, heard, and answers.

 

fiction chapter 2B

I carried the dream with my living hands. Oh, fallen angel, change my dreams. I made the work of choices with my living hands. No better than my works, I am. I am cleansed of my times. How can I be better than my hands?

The Prince became a wizard, but the wizards, believing backwards, burned The Prince into the floor.