one night stand.
The sun was peaking through the shades covering the hotel room window, the room a mess of pizza boxes, empty beer cans and liqueur bottles. An end table by the bed held the remnants of a eight-ball that had been consumed quickly throughout the night. Steady slow breathing from my right side, a look over and the only thought I had was, “She’s blonde?”.
Crawling slowly from under the covers I look for a cigarette, find one, light it. Cigarette smoke clouds the room and the suns rays cut through it, leaving bright smoke beams. A smell… could be me, I don’t remember showering within the past two days but the smell was more pungent than body odor. I kick around some trash on the floor and uncover a dead rat, maggots having their way with the carcass. What a dump.
I turn to rustling in the bed, ‘Hey, got another smoke?”. I toss the pack onto the bed with a nod and turn to look through the window; clouds, rain, gloom. From behind me, “Hey, I thought you were a blonde…”.
I sigh. “I thought you would be gone by now…”
chilled night; new planets.
A slightly chilled breeze is being forced through my window by a small circular fan; there is a storm coming and fall is pushing harder each day. They say that, and by “they” I mean the people who know this stuff, a set of fifty planets have been found. Only one for now, seems habitual: “HD 85512 b“.
Anyhow, that planet is mine, and anyone who shall try and take it from me will rue the day! …annnnyway, here is a peaceful song to listen to while you ponder…things. Just press play.
[audio:https://blog.tripleonesix.com/music/DJ Spacer – Daydream Melody.mp3 |titles=Daydream Melody |artists=SpaceR |autostart=no]
the waning gibbous moon…
Tonight earth’s lonely celestial satellite, the moon, is shrinking in size; moving from a full moon, to a new moon. During this time, it is said that:
“This is a time for spells that banish, release, reverse. This is a time to break bad habits or bad addictions, to end bad relationships.”
You can feel it, the change… the power of the moon.
software piracy infographic
Interesting, and well done. I find “1993” to be most intriguing, when “Rusty and Edie’s BBS” was raided, the first act of violence against a pirate group.
snow flakes
Small white flakes drift down from the sky, back lit by a bright amber skyline. These flakes they touch everything, land on my skin; they don’t melt these flakes, they burn. Listening; nothing… an eerie silence and nothing else. I cough, again… and again. Blood begins to come with the coughing, as the dust settles and I finally get a clear view: rubble, fire, chaos.
I look up and away from the pestilence, I try to see a star in the sky, but the glow is still too bright. I hold out my arms and close my eyes, pretending that these are real snow flakes, and we can make snow angles…
All is lost, at least for me. I take my last breaths remembering the good things; sadly, their aren’t that many. I think, “Look what we have done to ourselves…star dust, to star dust”.
dawn; a new day.
The time is 7:15 in the morning, and I have just pretty much completed all that needs to be done for this site to function as such that it is. That is to say, it’s working fine for now.
I made this video today for one of my songs, “All the Lost”. Watch it below.[tube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xg6E2kuf8E8[/tube]
im still awake; midnite redesign…
I bet you noticed? You noticed, Right?
Yes, I redesigned the site. It will be… different now.
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”
Vincent Van Gogh
More to come ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for partaking, come again won’t you? Hmmm?