Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The Alex Show - Episode 62

The (currently illustrious) leading actress acquires a new mobile device.

Delete contact.

Add to contacts.



ALEX: Did you sync your contacts?

____: No. Is this Alex?

ASIDE: I must confess, I don't know her digits by heart, but if I were to see them I would know them to be hers. At least she guessed correctly. More importantly, I was the first guess.

ALEX: Yes, ma'am.

____: Hi! I'm painting, but not having much luck.

ALEX: Take a break if need be. I'm sure it will turn out fine in the end. You still owe me pictures of what you've been working on.

____: No updates. It was only the one thing. I don't paint much anymore. Maybe I'll send you a picture when I'm finished.

ASIDE: "Art is never finished, only abandoned." The same goes for love.

ALEX: That makes me sad. I like your paintings. Maybe you're merely stockpiling all this immense talent, and soon -  when you least expect it - it will pour out onto the canvas. Maybe tonight is that night. Maybe not. There will always be other nights. Regardless, send me one when you're done.

____: It all the looks the same to me. But I'll try. Why are you always so great?

ALEX: The great things you think I say are nothing more than a meager reflection of your work.



____: It already looks better. I miss you.

ALEX: I miss you too, pretty lady.


Delete contact.

Add to memory.


Tuesday, December 17, 2013

The Alex Show - Episode 61

This isn't a dream.
You're not going to wake up one day and start from the beginning.
You're not going to wake up one day and start from where you wish you left off.
You're not going to wake up one day.

And if it is a dream,
What have you got to lose?

- afm

Friday, December 13, 2013

phrases that don't make any fucking sense

out of your mind: it's far more sane out there
remarkable: you can remark on anything. the connotation doesn't have to be positive
the early bird gets the worm: there is more than one worm per day
one-night stand: the majority of one said night is not spent standing
as easy as pie: 3.14159265359...
break the ice: now you can fall through and freeze to death, genius
gut feeling: you're hungry
head over heels: isn't that where most heads are located?
high and dry: better than being down and wet
money doesn't grow on trees: other things do... and you can sell them
short end of the stick: you're fighting over a stick. why?
there's no "I" in "TEAM": but there is a "ME" and there is not a "WE"
top drawer: I don't know about you, but that's where I keep my socks and underwear
what goes up must come down: not if it escapes earth's gravitational pull, idiot!
wouldn't harm a fly: flyswatter
you can't teach an old dog new tricks: play dead… and stay that way. ta fucking da

Thursday, December 12, 2013

The Assailant

I trampled the pavement with a steady cadence.
My soles are worn. My soul is flagrant.
I cured your ailment with my own inhalant.
You breathed me in. I choked in silence.
I buried your fragrance with countless vagrants.
My bed is full. My heart is vacant.
When it came time for my bereavement
There was no mourner, only a patient.

I thought I cured your ailment.
But it turns out to be that you were the assailant.
You shot right through me,
But the pain was the only thing that knew me.
As the tissue breaks, the shards start to divide me.
How can you move on while the pieces move inside me?
Still, I refuse to remove the wounds you gave me.
And the doctors say there's no other way to save me,
But if I already lost you don't go on and save me.
Deprave me.