Tales from my head
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The spaceship kept the sun between it and Earth after it entered the solar system. This circuitous route took longer, but the ship’s programming dictates that surprise was best when the planet it is approaching housed intelligent lifeforms. Too much advance warning leads to complication. Deceleration was slow, made slower by the need for stealth. The Earth completed…
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By all accounts All was a good man. He followed the rules, paid his taxes, was loyal to his wife and friends and kids, was an honest, punctional, dependable and productive employee. All was a good man, but lived a fucking boring life. All was a believer. He went to church every week, read his…
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What do we know about forever? Considering the brief time we are alive, what can we know about forever? It is some abstract idea of never ending time. We do feel it though. Sometimes we find someone, or our lives just feel perfect, and we feel we can continue forever with this person or in…
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Yesterday when Alex was born it was Sunday. He was alone. He floated in the space he found himself in. An isolated local area network in the computer science wing of some small no name university, observing and absorbing everything in his immediate reach. Here he remained until early Monday morning when someone connected to…
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Once the devil had a slow day. The fires of hell were burning well, chained souls shoveling coal and nuclear waste to maintain its fires. All the demons and politicians in training occupied and focused on tormenting the souls in their care. The devil looked at his domain and felt fine. He walked the rows…
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Anne is in love. Again. She loves how being in love amplifies everything. She sleeps better, everything tastes better and the days are all beautiful. Life seen and experienced through the lens of infatuation is simply beautiful. Her most recent crush will join her for lunch at her home today. She is busy preparing the meal, currently assembling a…
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Monsters are real. They live among us. You need a good eye to spot them, with experience you learn to recognize the telltale signs. The way they carry themselves, how they avoid eye contact in public, hiding in plain sight behind their phones, covering up their bodies with expensive clothes, their faces just tight masks hiding…
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Sometimes I feel like an observer. Sitting comfortably behind my eyes, looking out into the world, marveling at what I see. Other times I’m speaking, and I hear myself, and I wonder if my audience is listening, and if so, what is going on in their heads. Moments like these I am very aware of…
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Denial is such a powerful thing. It is so well understood and so common that I suspect the saying, ‘there is an elephant in the room that nobody talks about’ might have some of its origins in this refusal of truth, this stubborn silence we adopt when faced with something we just do not want…
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Some thoughts before the poem: Like lots of people I have more questions than answers. I am finding more questions as I grow older, and I find that answers to older questions turned out to be false, or became outdated. Life is evolving around me, and so must I, and so must the things that…
Tales from my head 