15.8.13

My [archived] Dream Jounal

http://www.dreamjournal.net/journal/index.cfm?username=ZnebT

I used to keep a dream journal, waking up and writing in it numerous mornings all throughout college; with dozens and dozens more dreams feverishly written, only written on paper, to be later lost in the hazy madness of moves, life, noir mysteries, fire, bourbon, rage, et al. 168 dreams total, of varying lengths, genres, pathos, a hodgepodge of craziness if I'll be perfectly honest, though it suits this very blog, and very much so, in that I did indeed Create Infinite Dreams, worlds in my mind, universes that contained and still do contain beginnings and endings to those universes just as our universe began and WILL end one day.

Enjoy.

ZnebT

11.7.13

Every Time a Child Says #qwikRite


Famous Line: "...Every time a child says 'I don't believe in fairies'..."
5 words to use: Soggy, Eavesdrop, Screech, Tail, Chatter
10 minutes...BEGIN

Every time a child says "I don't believe in fairies", somewhere deep in the heart of a magical forest a young fairy dies. This has become quite the problem in most fairy communities, and it wasn't until recently that the fairy prominent Board of Magical Fairy Overseers was able to gain insight on why this 'spontaneous-fairy-combustion' was taking place (because, these fairies that are dying do not just clutch their little fairy hearts and fall over, oh no by no means is this the case; instead, the little fairy, upon a child's uttering of that awful string of syllables, begins to moisten until they are SOGGY with magical sweat, their teeth CHATTER uncontrollably and are unable to stop this madness, even when fairy-strangers grab them and rush them to the cute little fairy hospitals, and by then it's almost too late, for they begin to SCREECH a downright disturbing sound, soft at first though no less horrible, until it is like a nuclear plant siren sounding off, the whole community experiencing the wretchness of it all).

What tipped off the BMFO was the fairy god-mother of a young boy living in the north-western United States, somewhere south of Seattle. She rode in on the TAIL of a tabby kitten, on her way to visit her great fairy god-aunt Amirosa, who happened to be the fairy god-mother of a young girl who happened to play with the young boy on occasion. Well, as the fairy god-mother of the young boy and her great fairy god-aunt were caually sipping fairy tea, EAVESDROPPING on the two children playing with some Pokemon dolls, when they both heard the young boy say to the young girl, well, you know those words to which i refer, and almost immediately after the utterance, the fairy god-mother gets a call on her Galaxy S4 Mini, from a friend of a friend who lived in the same magical tree grove as she, and this friend of a friend was lost for breath and rambled on but it could be interpreted as another  'spontaneous-fairy-combustion' and it was at this time 

END

Oh so fun. I can feel the influential tug of the current author's book that I am currently reading. A true masterpiece it is "Infinite Jest" by David Foster Wallace. Actually, a separate blog post should be dedicated to my thoughts on this book, because it is insane and incredible and remarkable. and 1000 pages long.

The full famous line: Every time a child says "I don't believe in fairies" there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
Peter Pan, by James M. Barrie

(the fairy dying was the logical route to take, i promise i didn't know the full line!!)

21.6.13

I Shall Ask For Brains #qwikRite

Famous Line: I shall ask for brains instead of.....
Five words to use: PENGUIN, FAINT, KLUTZ, STUN, MEAGER
10 minutes...BEGIN

I shall ask for brains instead of the black heart that has been placed upon my plate. He always gives me the black heart!! That, or the limbs or muscles, but no matter what he always keeps the brains for himself!! The one time that he let me taste the sweet, sweet mind muscle I was STUNNED; it was the most delicious, flavorful morsel I had ever encountered. And to think, that was simply PENGUIN brains that he let me eat! And years ago I might add. We have climbed the food ladder to date, only eating the finest of meals. It is hard times for most, but he always keeps a fresh supply in the cellar, such a wonderful man.

I know that I have been a KLUTZ of late, and I know he resents me for it. I resent myself most days, but the hunger never ceases. I don't know how he does it. Carving an ingenious path through these brutal times, his followers praise him indubitably; kissing the floor beneath his feet. And here I am, taking up space, my weak body always hungry, always sick, such a MEAGER human. Perhaps that is why he hasn't eaten me yet, perhaps that is why he keeps me alive. It does not bother me, but at times I do resent those whom he chooses to feast upon, to enter his golden body to bring to the heavens. The first time I saw him select a follower to take with him, I got very FAINT. We all watched as he delicately took apart the body, until only the soul remained. Insane, but in a lovely way. It was 

END!!

Whoa. Donno where I was going with that. I have zombies on the mind, what can I say?

The full famous line: "I shall ask for brains instead of a heart" from The WOnderful Wizard of OZ, by L. Frank Baum.

-TB

--Life is Beautiful

18.6.13

Out of the Dark #qwikRite

Famous Line: Out of the dark we came, into the...
Five words to use: SCRUNCH, GABBY, SCAR, POUNCE, TRUMPET
10 minutes...BEGIN

Out of the dark we came, into the burning sun. We had been below the Earth's surface for more than a year now, and the initial impact of the Sun's powerful energy nearly swept us off of our feet. It was as though a bomb had exploded within my mind; a surge of hot white radiation blew through me, causing myself and the others to freeze where we stood, as motionless as the statues that surrounded us. The wind whipped across our faces and bodies, and we came to realize that we had a lot less strength than we had thought.

Normally Charlize would play her TRUMPET to signal first rise, which meant that it was time to inject the gruel into our belly buttons, but not today. After weeks of voyage up the gargantuan underground passageway leading away from our beloved citadel, we finally reached the surface of the planet, something our kind had not done for a long time. Normally, we are a GABBY race, lots to talk and think about, lots of emotion to relay to one another. On this day, our minds were silent, uncomprehending of the world around us.

In the shadows of the enormous God-like statues, I saw something equally large lurking. Frightened but intrigued, I managed to take a step in the direction of the mysterious creature. It moved slowly, and I felt it's eyes watching me all along. And then suddenly it POUNCED, it's massive body hurling through the air until it landed on poor Charlize, who had not a moment to realize what was happening. The SCRUNCH Charlize's bones made beneath the creature was also, something that will haunt my dreams forever. It then rushed at me, and would have destroyed me if I hadn't stumbled over broken marble and onto a wet marshy patch in the ground. Still, the creature clawed my face in passing, which was sure to leave a memorable SCAR across my forehead. On the ground, I tried to think of my next move, but couldn't, probably because there wasn't enough time to think of an escape plan. I leapt off the floor

...END


Wow that was pretty fun! didn't think I'd get all the words in either!!

So this 'Baffle Gab' game is sort of directed towards famous children's literature, which I wasn't aware of. Not  that I knew where the famous line in this piece came from. I used what it gave me (it gives you a piece of the famous line), but to finish the famous line, it goes "Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go". From King Solomon's Mines, by H. Rider Haggard.

-TB



17.6.13

Back in Action

Well hello again, it's been far too long.

After roughly an 18 month hiatus, I have decided that my creative semi-prowess has been bottled up long enough and thus I shall use this blog as an outlet once again. It's not that I stopped writing, it's that after 365 straight days of pumping out poems, I fell into a mode where I could and would just write at my own pace, not at the pace of the Earth as it spins on it's axis around the incredible radiant star known as the Sun. No, it turns out that creativity cannot and should not be dictated, it should simply flow from within.

I wrote many other poems in the past 18 months, the majority (if not all) directed towards a woman who fell into my life as 2011 came to a close. While her emergence into my life directly correlates with the disengagement of this very blog, that is not to say that she is uninspiring; quite the opposite. She is and has been my Muse from the very beginning, helping to funnel my creative energy in a multitude of ways. It just took me a year and a half to realize that this blog is a fun way to get my thoughts out in the mental datasphere.

The first activity that I wanted to try out, and something that I hope is successful enough that I will want to continue doing, it, stems from a fairly simple game called Baffle Gab. The idea of this game is to write a (very) short story beginning with a 'famous line' of some sort and using a mix of 5 adjectives, verbs and/or nouns. I'm going to give myself 10 minutes for each story, stopping as soon as the time is up. There's not much more than that. I'm going to call this activity #qwikRite **highly subject to change since that's dumb and the first thing that came to my head.

So, I begin my reemergence into the blogger world with a constructive game to help get those creative juices flooowwiinnnn.

-TB