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If someone would like to do a different reading Ive included the text below.


 


The first time I had this dream it was a nightmare


Dark and terrifying, full of unseen danger.


As time went by and the dream stayed with me, the darkness receded


and I began to look forward to returning to the Eden that had become my dreams


The dream is the same that it has always been.


It is the dreamer that has changed.


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An ill-fitting suit hangs limply off his tiny shoulders. Black on white on black. Tie tied tight, shoes shined bright. The bed he sits on is his own, made but with a child's apathy towards such things. His hands hold a small frame, a plastic cartoon mouse wrapped around the image of a woman and a boy. This boy.


"There you are." A man's voice comes from the doorway. He is the little boy as viewed through a fun house mirror. Same mop of shaggy, brown hair. Same sad brown eyes.


"I just wanted to be alone." There is a rawness to the little boy's voice. Like a bottle of water left in a car on a hot summer day.


"Do you mind if I come in? Id like to be alone too." The man replied, slowly making his way across the room.


"I guess." His words are indifferent but there is desperation in its tone.


The man sits next to him on the bed, his weight causing the small boy to lean against him. "What do you have there?"


The boy's tiny hands open revealing the brightly colored picture frame.


The small laugh that escaped his lungs cost him a lot. "She…She was so excited. More than you I think. She just couldn't wait for you to meet Mickey Mouse and ride all those rides. She couldn't sleep the night before we left she was so excited. Son, you kno-"


"Is Heaven real?"


"Huh?' The man replied as people often do when they hear the question but aren't quite ready to answer.


"Heaven…Is it real?"


"What do you think?"


"I dont know. I want it to be real."


"Does thinking about Heaven make you feel safe?"


"Yes."


"Then yes, son, Heaven is real." The two sat in silence for a long time after that.


 

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today is my seventeen hundred thirty-ninth day taking this train to work. across from me a lady silently weeps. i am surrounded by people that live in their own misery while i live in mine. not that i am miserable, mind you. i could use a little more sleep and a little more money but who couldn't? i wear a stoic mask of granite wrinkles and this lady cries. her emotion makes me uncomfortable so now i am a little bit sleepy and a little bit poor and a little bit uncomfortable. my eyes dart away as hers come near. i dont want her to make mine wet too.

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*Beeeeep*


Hey.. uhhh its me. Its Rachel. You must still be at work. I ummm was just hoping that we could talk. uhhh Ive just have been having such a good time latel... oh this is stupid. I dont want to have this conversation with your voice mail. Now Im talking to myself. (laughs) This is -To save message press one. To delete and try again, press 2.-


 


*Boop*


Please record your message after the beep


*Beeeeeep*


 


Hey, its me. I was just calling to see what you were up to. I wasnt really doing anything so I thought maybe I could, I donno, swing by and say hello... ugh desperate much Rach. -To save message press one. To delete and try again, press 2.-


 


*Boop*


Please record your message after the beep


*Beeeeeep*


 


Hey, its me. I just wanted to see what you were up to, probably still working. I was just sitting here and thirpl- sputter *Boop*


 


*Beeeeeep*


Hey babe! Babe? *Boop*


 


*Beeeeeep*


(pause then frustrated grunt*Boop*


 


*Beeeeeep*


 


♫ “Make space for me in your coffin


Let me hold your empty sh-.”♫ *Boop*


 


*Beeeeeep*


*Booooooooooooooooooooop*


 


*Beeeeeep*


Ok you know what, Im just going to say this because I cant hold it in anymore and its driving me crazy. I feel like if I dont say this now then I never will and I will just explod- -To save message press one. To delete and try again, press 2.


(pause)


 


*Boop*


Please record your message after the beep


*Beeeeeep*


 


Hey its me…..Im on my way.


 


 


Note: Boop is the sound of someone pressing 2. =o)

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The world was not always divided into such clean, bold lines as good and evil. Long ago, before these terms even existed, a war was waged. Battle lines were drawn and to the victor go the spoils! Ok… so that was a bit melodramatic, I do apologize. A tiff was more like it. A scuffle just shy of fisticuffs mayhaps. On one side, there was the alliance of the SNA “so nice it’s annoying” and on the other was the legion of the SME “so mean it’s endearing.” As is the case with most bitter rivalries throughout history the reason it began has been long since forgotten. Both sides do agree, however, that it was the other side’s fault. This is all they agree on.

The first human casualty of their bloody (metaphorically speaking) war was a young man named Ned. Early reports say that Ned was oblivious to the battlefield that had become his apartment until the tussle had evolved into a full-fledged scrap. Ned would wake up with a particularly vicious case of bed head; which we now attribute, along with all forms of bad hair (hat hair, cowlick, ingrown, etc) to the SME. This left Ned flabbergasted because he was certain that he had properly shampooed and conditioned his hair the previous evening. Had this continued unabated, perhaps Ned would have exposed the conflict before it was too late for him. Unfortunately the forces of the SNA were hard at work as well. Moments before he would have discovered the little buggers strategically siphoning milk from the carton, leaving it just under a useful amount, he found a crisp twenty dollar bill in a dirty pair of jeans. This tug-of-war between the two sides continued for several months causing Ned to become a neurotic mess in the process. The conflict came to a climax in what historians refer to as ‘The Battle of Little Big Corn.’ The incident started when the SME came up with a plan to get a kernel of corn so annoyingly stuck in the teeth of Ned that it force him to have to immediately brush, thus ruining the delightful meal he had prepared. Unbeknownst to them, the SNA also had grand designs for that same kernel. They had developed the most perfectest of corn seasoning mixtures.* When the two met up on top of the giant corn on the cob the war came to a head. Forgotten were the food-jammy-teeth devices and the perfectest seasoning concoction, as the two forces met in what can only be described as the most horrific open hand slap fight that has taken place to date. It ended with both sides red-faced and hurt-handed as their leaders called for a ceasefire. A treaty was signed that day that is still in place today. It reads simply: We, the undersigned, do swear to do our solemn bestest not to interfere with the machinations and tinkering of the other party. Scribbled right after their names was the only amendment ever to be added. “But that doesn’t mean we like each other.” Ned, seeing all of this unfold on the corn he had been thinking about all day, decided that enough was enough and moved to Palm Springs.

Thus ends the beginnings of the Fake History of Good and Evil.


*1 part salt. 2 parts pepper. 5 parts butter
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This photo is one of several dozen as I was trying to capture the powerlines as we drove by at 75 mph. I love it out here and am not looking forward to returning to a city of concrete and glass.


 


I have a much larger version of this photo if needed, Im just on crappy internet. :)

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This was a fun project to work on. I shot some footage with some friends of mine, not really knowing what would become of it. It wasnt until we got into editing that a story started to shape itself. After I finished the video I sent it off to a buddy and he wrote and read a poem to go along with the video. I like how it turned out.
Poem was written by Dustin Whitehead. I would also like to give a shout out to PASIV for the music. (Which is awesome and resourced below)
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taken with rx100ii

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For some reason Miss Myah's clip keeps bugging out. I am too sleepy to figure it out tonight so Ill get on it tomorrow. (As well as resourcing.) Good night and happy new year guys.

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