Thursday, August 27, 2009

3:33

this is quite uncanny
and perverse for even my own eyes
this is where the culprit lies
this is where her hair resides
a little too disdainful
i stain him once without thinking twice
this is where the culprit hides
this is where her hair resides

someone stained that poor little boy
sundered his outsides in for joy

and though their eyes meet
they'll never find me
they'll never figure me out
they won't find out

- alex mccurdy

Monday, August 17, 2009

The Day When Tomorrow Never Comes

Your secret is sealed,
but my fingers can peel
the "DO NOT TOUCH" label right off from the lid.
Your decrepit smile,
slyly worn and beguiled,
will be torn till your cheeks cannot heal.
Heaven forbid
that Hell is only one step away,
and you're reaching the bottom
of your binding stairway.
There is no time
for counting the mistakes you have made,
for today is the day when tomorrow never comes...
and your secret is coming undone.

I suddenly feel
like your mouth needs some string
to string up the grapevine upon which you swing.
Your internal chatter
will scatter and splatter
like shattered glass dropped from a spurious wing.

Be still, oh be still,
and fill the holes with heavy souls fourfold.
Wreck them on down with a ball and chain,
a gastric vein,
and a telegraph pole.
Heaven foretold
that Hell is only one step away,
and you're reaching the bottom
of your binding stairway.
There is no time
for counting the mistakes you have made,
for today is the day when tomorrow never comes...
and your secret has become undone.

Shelter is never enough to hold us all in
from the depths of the fire.
The higher you climb the longer you'll fall.
All in all, no one is standing tall or standing at all.
Heaven falls to the Hell-mouth
that was only one step away,
and now you've reached the bottom
of your collapsing stairway.
There was no time
for counting the mistakes you had made,
for today is the day when tomorrow never comes...

- Alexander McCurdy

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

"The Alex Show" Episode 16

This is all profoundly pointless.

FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN

"These lanterns are set up so strangely. Look at their pattern. Oh wait, there is no pattern. My mistake. Still, I don't think this scene is realistic."

"TOY KINGDOM. Does that look real to you? I mean, look at the lettering. I feel like it is taken from a movie or a sitcom or something. Even the backing..."

"... And the toys."

"Yes, exactly."

"It's a set, like everything was set here, placed purposely with reason, but not the reason I had in mind. Someone is trying to please me by applying this realm to my life much in the same as someone tries to make candies taste like fruits. Don't get me wrong, I love Skittles and all, but this avenue tastes artificial. I want the real thing."

BREAK

"But I didn't jump. I didn't jump!"

BREAK

"He directed this, as well."

BREAK

"I cannot leave you. My contract won't let me."

"What about during those times when we're 'not talking?' You leave to star in other shows and films then."

"Well, not under my new contract."

"How long is this contract going to last?"

"Until you die!"

"Hah! You're telling me you can take this set for the rest of your life?"

"Not the rest of mine, just the rest of yours. You needn't worry, though. This contract will last a long time, I promise."

"You promise? You cannot promise that. Accidents can happen. Things can always be changed given the circumstances."

"This contract has no expiration between now and the day you die. I can promise you that!

"NO YOU CANNOT! Much like contracts, promises can be altered. Remember? You once made a promise to me, but we grew older and wiser and we cared about that silly promise less and less. After time, you were merely holding up to that promise out of principle. That is not good enough anymore. You cannot alter my reality to your liking!"

"I don't. I alter your reality to Their liking. Without alterations, we would lose our audience, then how will you exist? How will we exist? How can this show exist? Who or what do you think we are?! Real? No, we are all altered, influenced. Even the world outside of this one is biased by every little thing it comes into contact with. Without influence, without alterations, we are nothing much at all, are we? Besides, your reality is my reality."

"Only until I die."

"Thanks to the last 'The Alex Show' episode, we both know that that is not going to happen."

FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN

Alex, you are a shitty writer. I don't know why you do it.

- Alexander McCurdy

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

afraid to run

the airways welcome us in

the elevator on the top floor
wants to race down, race down
race me down to the underground
but we will then see
who is fast on their feet
when your cables meet me on the street

im not afraid to run
im only afraid to trip
running is just no fun
if you slip

-afm