07/27/05

You came to me in the night. Tall, broad shoulders, beautiful. Firefighter’s uniform glistening in the growing blaze around us. “Come with me,” you say, reaching out your hand. And I know you aren’t here to save, but to destroy me. “Angel, may I tell him one last time?” You smile, and hand me a black phone receiver. “Hello?” he answers. “It’s me. It’s time, and I’m leaving.” “How did he come to you,” he asks. “Firefighter. I must go. I love you, now and always.” You hang up the phone, as the blaze consumes me – yet I feel no pain. And you escort me from my Death, to new Life.

07/26/05

A young woman bends to peer into a crib, and suddenly the crib turns into an aquarium. She is too far bent over and her feet dangle in the air. She cannot pull herself or her head out of the water. Suddenly an onslaught of bubbles from the unseen depths rush to caress her panicked face. Brunette hair swirls in the water, dancing with the turbulent water. And following the bubbles are hundreds of cockroaches, desperate to cling to her skin’s surface. And she can do absolutely nothing to stop their progress. Tangled tendrils of hair and kicking insect legs – bubbles of air and screaming terror. And there she drowns. Mouth agape, leaving a cavernous entrance for the roaches to claim . . .

06/29/05

I was digging a hole with my bare hands – through foundation, soil, and mud. And a dark presence seeped into the hole, like oil, but it was evil (for lack of a better word). And I couldn’t get it off of my hands, and it was splashing on the walls, and was going to seep into my house. Frantic, I woke up.

06/27/05

I don’t know who you are, but you wake me from my slumber. Above me, you smile – a gentle, knowing smile. You never speak or gesture; just hover there, your hair blowing in an ethereal breeze. I bet you were a beautiful woman, because you are a lovely spectre.

06/27/05

Where on – no, I mean IN – a living body can information be stored? Consider bytes and chips of information obsolete. That risks setting off metal detectors. But good, old-fashioned paper documentation. A human courier pigeon. Non-detectable by x-ray or metal detectors, and even a cavity search. Perhaps the perfect candidate is someone missing an organ (spleen, kidney, or gall bladder). They already have an empty space. You can attempt to create a small cavity in an arm, thigh, buttocks, or abdomen, but the major risk is cutting through nerve masses. Wouldn’t want to render the courier helpless, now would we? So, we should be agreed that candidates either already have certain organs removed, or we do it for them. Gentleman of the Board, our medical and scientific staff are in the process of engineering the biological canister that will house the documentation. There appears to be a minor setback of the host body rejected the capsule as an invasive foreign body; however, we may be able to harness the advances in stem cell research and cloning to create the capsule using the host’s own tissue; therefore eliminating the foreign body dilemma. With your continued support, within the course of a year, we could change the face of espionage, sway wars, and secure alliances – to the highest bidder, of course. Thank you for your time, gentleman, and we look forward to the Board’s approval.

06/26/05

I will reclaim my throne of bone, and blood rivers shall echo throughout my chamber.

06/15/05

Erotic thoughts dance in my head, invading my concentration and playing nasty little games with my libido. Throughout the day, I’m taunted and teased by my own desires, until finally he is home. A kiss – hot, passionate, desperate. Mad wrenching of clothes, and then flesh against flesh. Salt and sweat mingle into a pool of bliss. A coupling wrought from hot desire and longing. A sweet end to a day of self-torment and bridled needs.