Thursday, January 29, 2009

birds pry on their prey, words die and decay

i steadily stand atop an unstable pillar. a crowd of familiar faces i have never seen before stares up to me. i jump to the next. descending, they mark me like eagles perched from below, but how is this so?

blurry clouds of ash and fog distill my flailing arms, smudging them into the borders of this shaky frame. still, it remains still in my head - the only one i possess. placed on this feathery casket, i intend to mold these wings into a grave.

i like this place of constant contradiction where questions are statements that i wish yielded better answers. these talons ask everything of me. they pierce through conception, but distort nothing.

crazy is in the mind of the beholder.

- Alexander McCurdy

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Counting Calibers

The lines on the composition paper are empty.
The chambers reserve blanks.
There are no more thoughts or words,
Only unwelcome memories straining to retain what is left
when there is nothing.
Nothing but hollows howling to be loaded,
still vacant like staffs that await for lead to sink into them,
But there are only pens.
We cannot afford to make any mistakes.
The chambers might be full,
The lines could be covered in ink,
And then there would be nothing.
Nothing but a stain,
And another empty chamber.

- Alexander McCurdy

Sunday, January 25, 2009


Sitting back in a right angled chair, the glare from the sun ignites my hand, and in a flare despair streams over me. I cannot breathe!
Laughter is rare in this place, and the air is bearing echoes while still remaining bare. A woman's masked, ghastly face is fair compared to the rules she shares:

"This will only hurt for a moment, so let me help ease the pain. You'd rather take the twinge, the throe. Your mouth will bleed, you know this. It's what you're paying for, so take the throe and twinge."

I have grown weak as my calm succumbs.
I have tried to speak, but my gum is numb.

The rush does not bore me, but it's not sanatory to such preparatory commands. It seems I am ignoring what this sedative is curing.
I hear conversations which I fear are hallucinations; a mere indication that this isn't working, but she says to me:

"This will only hurt for another moment, so let me help ease the pain. You'd rather take the twinge, the throe. Your body will sleep, you know this. It's what you're waiting for, so take the throe and twinge."

I have grown weak as my calm succumbs.
I have tried to speak, but my mind is numb.

- Alexander McCurdy

Friday, January 23, 2009

For the Sake of Mistakes

Set sail for the morning while the tide is still low.
This vessel can make it despite what we know.
Ignoring all warnings from the wreckage below,
The closed cast can take it, and release the bow.

The winds blow, the sea throws our bodies with ease,
And seizes my torso like a ruthless disease.
You are barely breathing, so unleash the tangled rope
That strangles your throat with a serpentine squeeze.

The anchor is sinking! The anchor is sinking!

This is my first time out on the open sea.
I thought you cast hundreds more anchors than me.
In my defense, I was only seventeen.
The streets were tearing on, and I was wondering where you wandered.

- Alexander McCurdy

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Until Timing Is Steady, Feet Will Ever Be Heavy

When the sun takes a seat, the trees will awake and sway in the shade to the rhythm of my feet.
Their pulses will skip as the wind begins to nip at the tip of their branches out of key and offbeat.

G beneath the broken-down wreath that held them like a mother with child asleep,
Snub, seedy seeds spurt like streams to a sea under a mountainous heap...
beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep
I cannot spe e eak!
beep, beep, beep, beep, beEP, BEEP, BEEP

- Alexander McCurdy

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Damn squirrel!

i kinda sliced my middle finger in half.


- Alex

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Change Clothes

changing clothes to you know who's seatbelt.

Monday, January 12, 2009

A Glorious Day Out

"Look outside!" she demanded excitingly. "It's snowing!"

She had seen snow before, but every time it fell, she always reacted as if meteors were barraging down from the sky. It always seemed a little over the top, but I loved that about her. She could always take something common and make it unusually beautiful.

I slouched below the half-drawn blinds in the kitchen window and peered through.

"It's snowing, alright," I agreed. "Hard."

I stepped into the garage to get a better view. This was the one time her dramatic reaction was warranted. Snowflakes were savagely plummeting down as if they were frozen meteors. Without any forewarning from the forecasting psychics, it seemed like it was going to be a blizzard. I had been through numerous blizzards before. She had dealt with a plentiful amount, as well. We had even been through a couple together. None of those blizzards were as fierce or abundant as this one seemed to be, but a blizzard is a blizzard nonetheless.

"Let's go out and play," she said looking up to me.

"Oh, alright, but we have to make it fast... before it gets too dangerous," I mundanely replied. I hated that about me. I always took adventurous shenanigans and put a safety label on them. I still do.

We put on our winter-wear and made our way outdoors. She frolicked along in the blustery storm as if she were in a field of flowers on a balmy spring day. I followed close behind, hands in pockets, sporting my best half-smile. She knelt to the ground and started piling heaps of snow toward her. Picking up as much as she possibly could, she firmly pressed the snow together into a tight round lump.

"Do you like my snowball?" she asked looking up to me.

I nodded in cold agreement. The winds started to battle.

She got onto her knees and started rolling the snowball on the white terrain surrounding us. After it almost doubled in size, she paused.

"How does it look now?" she asked looking up to me.

I lifted my glacial hands out of their pockets and gave her two thumps up. The dark was storming in.

I watched her as the lump of snow grew larger and larger to the point when she had to stand up to keep rolling it around. Every minute or so she would look up to me and ask what I thought of her snowball, but all I could do was worry about the blizzard. It was relentlessly rushing away any hopes I had of grasping warmth. I don't know why I had such a fiery exigency to be warm at that moment, but I was done playing in the cold.

"What do you think of my snowball now?" she asked. "I'm going to name him..."

"I don't care what he looks like! What IT looks like!" I viciously corrected. "I've seen snow before, _____. It doesn't change. You can roll it up all you want. It can grow and grow and grow, but it's still going to be snow! It's just fucking snow!"

I kicked her snowball in a murderous rage. It fell beside and atop the white terrain surrounding us. She couldn't tell which flurries were hers or which were untouched, unnamed. She looked up at me one last time, icicles hanging from her eyes. She ran. She ran until I couldn't see her amidst the storm. She ran in a desperate search to be warm again, and if she hasn't been frozen to death, I bet she's still running.

I am the worst blizzard she has ever been in.

- Alexander McCurdy

Saturday, January 10, 2009


someone really needs to invent an inverted microwave. instead of heating your food, it would make your shit really effin cold in a matter of seconds. i had this bag of peanut M&M's sitting in the refrigerator - i don't freeze them, cuz eating a frozen peanut is bad news bears - but by the time i got home this morning, they were gone. i remembered i had an unopened bag of Reese's peanut butter cups in my room, and decided it would suffice. unfortunately, it is room temperature, which is no fun. i put the bag in the freezer, but it's still gonna take at least 15 minutes or so till it's semi-frozen. i wish all chocolaty foods were naturally cool... like me.

- Alex McCurdy

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Linguini & the Attack of the Hallow Bears!


ps. yes, it is my actual voice in these videos.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Linguini & Kimba


i am going to make a bunch of these! :D

Monday, January 5, 2009

The Greatest Piece of Fiction pts. IV & V

IV. In fear we feed, and sink our teeth in verses too blurring to even read. We are losing sight. In a fright, we look toward the light, but it ignites our eyes and the world goes white. What we thought was right all along was all wrong. No verse can save us now, no sonnet, no psalm. We unclasp our palms, and look for a realistic balm to heal us from the wavering beyond.
Now where do we belong?

V. Ascension.
Here they come.
We better not say where they are from.
We better not tell.

to be continued...

- Alexander McCurdy

Thursday, January 1, 2009

The Greatest Piece of Fiction pts. I, II, & III

I. Like a serpent tantalizing evil from its looms, she eats from holy roots. She corrupts and deceives - as we do when we read - so we plant our own seeds, and wait till the bitter birch is dead.
A new sapling rises and a forest starts to spread.

II. The streams in His veins will be drained and bled full. The dreams in your brain will be strained and controlled by one Word for all and all words for lost souls who are crazed and need watch like a man on parole.
Divided we were whole.

III. Out from mechanical lungs we speak with involuntary tongues, and repeat what is said. Not thinking or understanding, merely declaring what is fed, we raise hands above our heads and receive complimentary bread.
Free of charge.

to be continued...

- Alexander McCurdy

ps. happy new year