nothing

nothing……….

how can you describe nothing? nothing is the absence of …..everything. surely there must be SOMETHING present, even if its a bad something it is still something.

“I feel nothing when you look at me” – that my friend is a fricken lie. I feel uncomfortable, uninterested, annoyed, indifferent, anger, amusement. I felt something.

“There is nothing between us” – Literally: space whether it be 1 ft or 1,000 miles. Figuratively: Tension, Distrust, Apprehension, Philios…

“Nothing comes to mind” – probably on the subject but generally sex comes to mind. And sex can relate to everything so sex will replace the nothing there.

Think positive, think sex, think something.

sucks!

i just wrote a beauty of a post, it came by inspiration, i published it and it disappeared. i can’t remember what i wrote…….how the hell am i going to recapture the monent. all i can say is !@!#$#@$@%#$%#$%#$@#%@#$@%#$%$ and !@#$%#$%#$%##$%#^$%&%^& to you !#@@$%#$%#$%%^ word!@#$@#$@#press!@#$@#$@#$.

shocking!

shocking was the word used to describe the brutal treatment metted out to the 14 yr old boy from Canal # 2.

Are we really shocked? Did the image in Kaieture News made our blood curdle? Or are we pretending to be shocked and jump on the bandwagon because it is the “right” thing to do?

With all the graphic coverage of violent deaths for the past 10 yrs or so; and the apparent numbness and morbid expectation of being greeted with a mutilated body on the front page of the news papers when you’re about to have breakfast, it seems……..normal.

With the exposure of our young minds to violence, sex and greed through due to the various shows on television for the past 20 yrs, we have become numb, greedy and self-serving.

Some people crave the excitement, the adrenaline rush and a chaotic environment as they would crave cocaine.

How soon would this be swept under the rug……I don’t know.

11 brutally murdered in Lusignan
13 brutally murdered in Bartica
Thousands of violent deaths – drug related, revenge, domestic disputes, conspiracy theories.

Is this another statistic in the sad reality of living in Guyana?

You decide.

Picture perfect

little death

this is the continuation of Peeper by the Silver Dragon 

He watched her through the bedroom window as she dried the water from her skin. He could see her as if she was standing right in front of him; the miracle of technology – a Bushnell Binoculars. He took in a deep breath as she passed her hands through her wet hair, her nipples pink and pert, made his mouth water. He could feel the tension building up in him, his manhood fighting for attention. He started to breathe heavily and he imagined making sweet love to the object of his desire, he struggled to hold on to the binoculars as he let his line of sight dropped below her waist. Her ass was the firmest he’s seen, he imagined spilling his seeds on that magnificent part of her, countless times.  As she turned, he got a view of her vagina, the doorway to his heaven, neatly trimmed and in his mind he could see it as clear as day; the words….it spelt his name and told him it was his, she was his. He closed his eyes and the binoculars spilled from his hands, he tugged at his pants and suddenly she appeared before him. She whispered in his ears “I’ve seen you watching me, and I’m intrigued by your obsession with me, I’ve seen you jerking off and I know its me you’re thinking of, tonight I’m going to fulfill all the fantasies you’ve ever had about me. They made sweet love for hours, then he drifted off to sleep….peaceful, calm serenity. He felt he was floating on a cloud.

The sounds of car horns blaring, jolted him out of his sleep, his head ached and his vision blurred as he tried to gather himself. His skin was drenched in sweat and the sheets were soiled, his dried semen splattered all over them. Was he dreaming? Did he actually made love to her? He tried to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Groggily, he got up and went to the window, hidden behind the curtain he spied through the binoculars at her apartment. The curtains were apart and he noticed movement in the room, a naked man was getting out of bed heading for the bathroom. His heart sank as he realised that it was a dream, was it…..

His neck felt sore, so he massaged it. Something felt different and uneasy, he then rubbed it, peeling away what appeared to be some sort of scyaff. He rubbed it between his fingers as he brought it before his eyes, it was red and caked, dried blood……..

the prologue – redemption

perhaps this can be the punctuation mark of the chain story circulating……

Monday, February 9, 2009

Redemption

Every June we would go up the mountain to spend time together. It’s not like we can’t do that anywhere else but the air is better up there, its peaceful and it gives us time to really connect. It was a quiet place, the clouds floated by like little sheep, the stream gushing over a miniature waterfall, the amazing view of the forest canopy from the summit. It was nature at its best, you could hear the birds chirping, the wind through the trees competed with them, the frogs and a variety of insects joined in the noise making session. It was truly a paradise, a place to get away from it all, to renew our minds and refresh our souls.

Joanne was an angel; tall, short black hair, green eyes, fair, sweet lips and fair. Put a sword in her hands and you’ll think she’s a character from Final Fantasy. We’ve been married for 10 years and as with married couples we used this time to iron out our differences, reaffirm our love for each other and try to recreate the chemistry from our younger days.

We packed our bags into the newly acquired Suzuki Vitara and headed on our way. We took most of the essential items and as a frequent traveller I knew of everything we would need. The journey was strained and long, not much was said between us; only the changing of songs on the mp3 player interrupted the tranquil path we were on.

We got to the log cabin and unpacked our stuff. Actually I did the unpacking while she went to bed. It was twilight and I wanted to take some photographs of the sky. I showered quickly, kissed her on the forehead, grabbed the camera and scurried to the lookout point.

I took a few shots then sat on the bench I created a few trips back. Things were not the same, though we were here, our minds seem to be somewhere else. I just didn’t feel the same.
I took in the setting, sighed and exhaled deeply, I knew what had to be done but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The walk back to the cabin seemed never ending. My heart kept pounding in my chest like with wanted to escape, it wanted no part of what I was about to do.

I reached the cabin door and opened it silently, she was still asleep. I went to the table, picked up the revolver, spun the barrel a few times and placed it back on the table. I got out the pen and a piece of paper and scribbled a note saying how sorry I am for what I’m about to do. I picked up the revolver once again and headed towards the bed. I bent over her and kissed her on the forehead, took two steps backward, cocked and pointed the gun then fired……..

Yes I shot the bitch and fled to the interior.

 

http://brassknuckle2k8.blogspot.com/2009/02/redemption.html 

I visited seeker’s mind……

I stood at the edge of the precipice, looking into the murky waters before me. The cool refreshing breeze brushed against my rigid body, the sound on the wind dulled my senses. The water rose and fell beating relentlessly against the jagged rocks and I pondered my predicament. I needed to get away from her, the bitch has been working obeah on me, I cannot get her out of my mind, I cannot leave her, she torments me daily, I must have ate the goofmefme. My heart is so heavy, I’ve lost my job, my creative spark, all I see is darkness in this world. (Oh! look! a little birdy in the sky…just hold a sec lemme get its picture, ah yes just a spec in the sky). Should I jump or should I get away…..ah these life changing epitomies

Raptus…..

You have left us, you did not say an adequate goodbye. Made your blog private so we cannot visit you. Is this how you treat old friends? You cut us off like we are stragglers, stepping stones on your path upwards? We have not nurtured and motivated you, supported and praised you when you were weak? Did we not fulfill our duties as friends towards you?

The Darkness awaits your return.

after the rain

I visited Suseran’s mind and this is what it said

I stare blankly at the screen, what to type? I’ve been here for hours, trying to pen the perfect letter, trying to correctly capture my feelings, my hurt, my disgust, my femininity. So emotionally ravaged, so hypersensitive, so unmanly like I am. I complain because I cannot act, I cannot defend myself, I cannot take matters into my own hand. I’m so useless that I allow 13 year olds assault me. I’m so bored that I sit down and count the number of times I had black out. I teach because I cannot function outside of theory. I am Suseran.