Invisible post day

Here, you will see none of the hard work and creativity that is currently going on offline. It is happening though. Quietly.

weak excuse haiku

onscreen keyboard is
useful; also very slow
not as slow as me

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excuse haiku

right arm hurt somehow

left hand typing is hard

there are fewer posts

Tea Time on Mars

I sit on a wall of boiling leather

and wonder what this roiling weather

means for apple kicking hour

under the tall and ticking tower

that isn’t even a clock.

It’s finally time for the fishes to sink

they’ve had too many knishes to drink

and their buoyancy runs low

regardless of the snow

I can’t see them from the dock.

Murdersocks: Chapter 5: In which the dream ends

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I apologize for ending the last chapter so abruptly.  The dream was so painful to try to recall* again that my fingers rebelled and would not put it on paper.**

I have now regained my composure and will continue where I left off:

The man (who remained unaware of his predicament) absorbed the crowy mist into his skin.  Some subjective seconds passed before he suddenly stopped being a man and began a new life as a large murder-flavored pudding.  The glow gradually dissipated and the flow of time resumed its previous manner of timeyness.  I noticed a murder of crows fly past the window outside at a completely reasonable velocity.  The only thing that had not returned to normal was the well-being of my customer.

And now, the joyful childlike squeal that I had merely sensed before from my feet was fully audible and all-encompassingly disturbing.

The dream was over.

Except it wasn’t.  It had ended, but another dream immediately followed, showing me the next murder.  And then I saw the one after that and so on and so on.  I relived the murderous murders of my neighbors, my friends, my uncles, my aunts, my cousins, my one nephew, the postman, the dog-walker, Old Farmer Billiam from across town, Hezekiah the Bog Mower, Norman the Sidewalk-sitter, and finally the myriad mountainy men and women I came across that very murderous day.

After reliving the worst parts of the worst two weeks of my life in slow motion, I finally awoke and found that it still only 10:40 PM.  There would be no more rest that night as I reflected on what I had just seen.

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*You know how dreams usually disappear from your mind mind as soon as you wake up?  This one wasn’t like that at all.  I just don’t like thinking about it.

**This is paper.

On many things being you

(read in singsongy voice at mail-sorting room of your local post office)

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Be your own baby

you must parent it well

if you teach it all you know

you will grow up swell

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you can be your own dinner

but i don’t recommend it

it may make you a winner

but you also might bleed to death

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if you are your own cat

you may get confused

if you do catch a rat

have you been used?

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If you are many things

many things will be you

we could try to list them all

but we might turn blue

Concept for Possible Use in Something Later: Sloth People

The Sloth People are not actually related to sloths or people, but are so named because they act somewhat like both.  Like sloths, they spend much of their time eating, climbing, and sleeping in trees.  Like humans, they have the capacity for communicating verbally.  They think mostly about the daily needs of their slothful lives, but in all the time they spend resting, much deep philosophical pondering occurs.  Such big ideas are expressed via complicated metaphors involving food and sleep.

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Useful phrases for travelers:

I like this tree.

Uh yit anch

I = uh

like = yit

tree = anch

this = no equivilent; specified only by context

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Are you tired?

Eh phtu hi

you = eh

tired = phtu

? = hi

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We should sleep in that tree

Uheh phtut anch ya

We = I and You = uheh

sleep = verb form of tired = phtut

In/at/[location] = ya

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I don’t like this food.

Uh moyit ulch

negation = mo

food = ulch

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Don’t eat that!

Eh mo-ulcht ulch bin

eat = verb form of food = ulcht

! = bin

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You don’t like when I sleep on the food, do you?

Eh moyit uh phtut ulch ya hi

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I hate when you sleep on the food!

Uh moyit eh phtut ulch ya bin

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This is my tree!

Anch eh-anch bin