Asylum Absurda: 2009

11.03.2009

...Yet Everyone Dies At The End

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0w3ZJoLgCt8

10.21.2009

I went for a walk today, wherein my newly found awareness was made clearer. Visions were brighter, sounds more distinct. My sense of smell, unfortunately, is still hampered by a petulant cold. At any rate, all of my senses seemed suddenly more acute, as if I was experiencing everything for the first time, only with the pre-recognition of a past life. The walk to the public library is relatively short, roughly 15 minutes on foot, walking at a decent pace. At the library, I picked up several books (The Martian Chronicles and I Sing the Body Electric! by Bradbury, The Philosophy of Surrealism by Alquie, and Test Your Lateral Thinking by Sloane).

The walk to and from the library was exhilarating, and I took some pictures on the way back, which I'll post separately.

There was one occurance that was out of the ordinary, but not in the way I would like. I temporarily acquired a new stalker...

While I was in the library (philosophy section, I think) this guy came in and walked behind the shelf I was standing at. I happened to glance up (which was probably the mistake that led to my following). He stopped on the other side of the shelf before moving on, and I thought nothing more of it. After I'd finished finding books (only a moderate amount as I still have school work) I went to check out and was told I had fines to pay. As I turned to go over to the computers to pay, I noticed that he was hovering by the bookshelves near the checkout desk. A little weird, but I dismissed it as a coincidence.

After I paid, I went back to check out books and he was right behind me. I realized this after I had checked out and noticed he was at the desk when I was putting the books in my backpack. He asked the librarian if the book he had on hold had come in. She said his book, Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince, was on its way but not in yet. I left the library and he followed, but turned the opposite way. At a street corner several blocks away, I saw him coming up the sidewalk as I was crossing the street. He crossed at the same point, but went behind the buildings. I spotted him once more after that, but lost him after I stopped several times to take pictures.

Just plain weird.

ALIVE

Greetings dear readers.

By now you probably thought me dead, but I assure you I was not dead but dreaming. Like great Cthulhu in his sunken abode R'lyeh.

Things happen, ya know?

I am awake once more, feeling more alive than ever before; if that's possible. I feel as if I'm finally really LIVING, not just walking through life on auto-pilot. I'll explain how I have come to this new awareness in the next post...

Now a for a poem written before the awakening, but fitting in its own right:

OPEN YOUR EYES
Is it worth destroying your enemy if you are destroyed in the process?
There are no winners and losers, only those who have not yet succumbed to their wounds.
The blood is on everyone’s hands…
Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
We are all to blame
Violence will not stop violence
The wolf’s bite, the sheep’s charge
Religion as a crutch for discrimination
Damnation
Continually spitting forth the lies to feed the fires
One man’s words brought a whole nation to hellish fury
Now the whole world is blind
Broken and bleeding
Patriotism is a lie, why can’t we have universalism?
Unite as one world
Reach out a hand to mend each others wounds
Still we close our eyes
Close our minds and live in the illusion
Feeding on propaganda from birth to death
Wallowing in the clotting blood of those gone before us
Refusing to move on and end the slaughter
End this madness
“Is this the mark of a sane world, or one which is so mad that the madmen are not only running the asylum, but have redefined sanity?”

3.11.2009

Art Final

My final project for my art class; turned our pretty neat....
The photo doesn't do it justice, but the actual drawing is 18x20 (too big for my scanner)

3.04.2009

New Drawing

Had some fun with a new medium.... White Conte crayons and black Artagain paper....The result:

Uzumaki (Spiral Sickness)

2.12.2009

Silent Terror

2/12/09- 2:00am

I awoke to the sound of screams
In the distance, the cries of my brethren
Pierce me to the core, but I can do nothing,
Paralyzed with fear, rooted.
I hear the sharp roars of the enemy
In the hands of those who were once friends.

With each passing day, they draw closer
My fate is sealed, I cannot run.
My limbs outstreched
In all directions, defenseless.

Today I see their faces, no emotion,
Only exhaustion from their gruesome work,
Butchery.
Their hands, sticky with the blood
Of my brothers and sisters.
The roar of their devouring blades,
surrounding me, whirling teeth,
Tearing into flesh,
Dismemberment.

But what is this?
They maimed me, tore me to pieces,
then left me to bleed? To die a slow death?
The pain is unbearable, someone end this madness!
I await the rain, to cleanse my wounds,
Heal me,
Before they tear me apart again