2018: A Space Oddity, III

III. Player One Isn’t Quite Ready

There was a resounding thump as the door closed behind me and a fairywind kind of a whirling sound as it disappeared behind me.

I was standing in a room that seemed familiar to me in many ways but not in any kind of way that would have been useful. As in, a way that would tell me where I was. I wasn’t in my bathroom anymore and certainly wasn’t in the dimension of nothingness that I had just walked out of.

I was in a barren space with eggshell color walls and a carpet to match. There was no furniture, no signs, no posters on the walls, no signs of life. Only a large room with orange-tinted fluorescent lighting shining high above from a ceiling I couldn’t make out. There was a wavering hum permeating throughout the space at an odd frequency, no doubt emanating from the lights above.

“Where am I?” I asked aloud. No response. “Umm…hello?”

Where was that specter that I had encountered earlier in the mirror? It been awfully chatty since it had first shown up. Now, the lack of response was deafening, making the humming frequency seem even louder than it had before.

My history has shown that staying in one place for too long can be detrimental but there was no indication that anything had heard me. I walked around for a while, trying to gauge the volume of the space I was in.

And by that I mean, my face smashing into a solid surface.
With nothing around me, I had no sense of object permanence.
I went from walking along to a “Falcon Punch!” strike-like blunt force to the nose sent me falling to my ass from an invisible force, as if i were a character from a rudimentary 3D platform game from the early 1990s running into the borders of the land that the game developers created.

Typical, isn’t it? To be forced to participate in something that I didn’t agree to by a being I don’t really know because of the threat of what could happen if I didn’t listen.

It’s hard to say how long I was walking around trying to find something, anything. Could have been hours, days, months, even years. Maybe only a few minutes. The passage of time feels a lot different when there’s no point of reference.

All I can remember is my feet hurting. And wet, from either sweat or blood. My eyelids were heavy and my breath inconsistent.

The eggshell walls around me began to cracm, flaking away, falling below my feet into the nothingness. All I could do was watch.

And I watched as the nothingness transformed into something. Something, an area that I could recognize.

An area.
A place in time that I had believed I had completely forgotten.
And wish I had.

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2018: A Space Oddity, II

II. Well?

I was completely stunned.

“Who am I?” I thought. “More like, what the hell are you?”

I didn’t speak those words aloud but the inky figure responded to me anyway. It’s voice so hideous & gangrenous, it’d knock a horsefly out of the air.

“Come on now. Don’t act like you don’t recognize me,” It said. “I am the culmination of the thoughts that swim around in your head at the dead of night. The thoughts you try to pretend didn’t occur but totally did. Your repressed urges. Your deep down ugly that you refuse to claim.”

I turned off the faucet that was still running and put the toothbrush down. I didn’t have time for this shit. Not that I had any pressing obligations like work, school, or anything of that sort that our society views as productive.
But like…what the hell, right?

Don’t speak, just listen,” It croaked. ” You have a choice to make. Follow me right now or stay here and die.

“What?” I managed to squeak out.

The reflection of the bathroom in the mirror faded away. A kaleidoscope of colors I had never seen before replaced the familiar taupe walls and off-white cabinets. Wormhole is the only word that comes close to what I was seeing.

I looked away from the mirror and took in my surroundings. It was the same old bathroom.

Looking away isn’t going to make me go away,” It said. “And I said don’t speak. There’s no need.”

I looked back to what was once a mirror. The creature had it’s back to me, and was walking away, towards the flashing vibrant vortex. Without looking back, It said

Are you coming or not?

I raised a hand and placed it towards the mirror and was instantly sucked inside. I turned around and I could see the bathroom I was once standing in, as if I were watching the most boring show to ever air on a home improvement network channel.

Hurry up!” the creature shouted.

I turned back around to face It. Amongst the all of the colors, it’s inky outline stood next to what appeared to be a door.

A Disturbance In The Force

The last drop of The Witch’s Brew passes between the lips

it takes control of the hips & makes the body dip on an unworthy stick

if only there was a way to forget

Wait a minute. Something’s wrong.

I’ve already taken the last sip.

The cauldron is empty.

now what?

I’ve got a bad, bad feeling…that this has happened before.

I put the key in the door but it was already unlocked from the disturbance from the time b4.

Therefore

I go to The Witch to get another batch.

She groans in a gravely hum

“Surely you haven’t finished the last order already? What could you possibly need it for? You’ve only just hatched.”

I walked away without a reply. No sense in applying a layer of logic on top of the illogical. It’s like spraying a bottle of pungent perfume over body odor.

It’d only highlight what was meant to be erased.

what now?

Posting a blog post, I suppose.

well. I may as well go back over yonder.

bc I know if the only thing The Witch will loan me right now is an itch

I know good & well

someone else (or something)

will give me what I need.

2018: A Space Oddity, I

I. Hello

It had been quite a minute since I had hatched from my incubation period & there’d only been a few moments here and there for me to stretch my wings. Stormy weather and the danger of the whatcouldbe’s, ya know?

So imagine my surprise, when on a morning just like any other. I shook myself out of unconsciousness, threw on some rags, rubbed some Chemical X & other herbs on my body to get myself clean. A typical morning…

It was the moment the toothbrush touched my crown.

A tremor. A thunderous fervor of billions & billions of cells freaking out and reconfiguring.

Flecks of the steely expression of my reflection started morphing, bit by bit, as if the reflection itself was in the hands of a child whom had just discovered the blur tool on Photoshop.

I was completely stunned. Toothbrush still in hand, mid motion, right between the two buck teeth. My reflection didn’t look like me anymore.

What was once the shapely image of something adorable, stood a willowy silhouette of what could have been. A deformed freakazoid of a monstrosity. An inky black figment, sloshing about in a twisted vortex, occupying the space where the reflection of my actual self should have been.

I couldn’t hear anything. It was as if my ears ceased to be functioning organs and became strictly ornamental. There was a horrible void where the sound of running water should have been.

And then a horrible noise. The sound of rusted metal grating against a serrated blade.

Covering my ears with my hands wasn’t enough. I could still hear the sound. And if I focused enough…I could almost make out…

“Who Are You?”

A Place For My Stuff

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Artwork by the legendary Ralph Steadman



a dog that chases its tail will be dizzy
not accomplishing anything
though it feels busy
can’t find its bones buried beneath the backyard tree
next to its goals
wow. that’s shitty.
if Melvil Dewey saw this, he’d be in a tizzy

but he’s dead.

and my shovel has dulled away from overuse
there’s a copious amount of my possessions
strewn about like a poltergeist had gone mad with vigor
i feel like i do when someone calls me a nigger
my emotions as tangible as a phantasm
my thoughts as straight forward as broken sarcasm

my cognition & body are skinny
& i feel as superfolous as Our Lord’s daily bread

………

some actions are better left undone
words left unsaid
scabs left unscratched
crimson tears better left unbled

oh, if only i had somewhere to rest my head.