Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Hurling Meteors at Sheep

He can shake the ground beneath me
And I can still walk the geodesic line of the earth.
He can take the mounds from mountain tops
And with incredible ease
Hurl them like meteor streams
As I dance around them in mirth,
Scattering like the rhythm of these words.
Perhaps, that is His plan all along:
To instruct my scattered movements
Like the stray sheep being chased
By the dog back to the herd.
I have wandered out before
On a sporadic course
To distant lands and empty vales
Stirring up my own tall tales,
But in the end I end up
At the same conducted source.

Is inspiration nothing more
Than direction from Heaven's door?

- Alexander McCurdy

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Spagehtti

Seen: Silly Sally seems sad since skiing Saturday. She shot silver stars shouting, "Stalking starts selective symmetry!" Slightly stupid - slightly silly - Sally solves slabs - supposed supplement sprees. Sailing seven seas? Si, si, si!

- Alexander McCurdy

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

"The Alex Show" Episode 11

FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN

____ 1: Try shooting from under the divan. No, no, no, not sur. You know, like from the head of it, so their heads are directly in sight. Yes, right there is good. Now zoom in from below. Okay, slowly look up, upward angle. Make him appear eminent. More than her dammit! Yes, yes, good. Okay, now hold it still. Still. Still. There it is! Perfect! Okay, I think we got it. Good work, people.

FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN

There is no purity here. Everything has been distorted. Colors are not familiar. Orange is nothing unless someone told you that it was orange. Allow me to skip a verse: the word "familiar" means nothing, as well. In fact, "familiar" is now "fairnwjnf." After all, the people decide the facts. I am a people - not a person, but a people - and I have decided that the old word for "fairnwjnf" was the wrong way of saying it all along. My new fact shall be embraced with a sequence of questioning shakes and questionable nods, but regardless, your head will now move in the direction I indirectly direct it.

I sometimes think what it would be like if you were not here. I'm doing that right now actually. Honestly? I cannot even imagine. I do not think that I am ever doing anything of purpose, so without you here - watching, listening, reading, absorbing - none of this would really matter. It would matter to me, I guess. That is the point of it all, right? To assure my viewers that "it" all matters. Don't give up on "it." Don't give in to "it." You are worth "it." "It" is not worth this. Hold onto "it." Just let "it" go. You can do "it." Yes, you! You can do "it," and for yourself and no one else!

ASIDE: "Contradiction" is a pointless word at this point. In fact, "contradiction" never existed, neither did the cat-like animal, Rincdofngdk, from the South African region.

Well, what happens if I cannot reassure you that "it" matters? Will you take note of my mistakes and use them as an example of what-not-to-do, or will my failure be enough for your mind to finally shut off completely?

I'm tired of talking about trees and comparing myself to raindrops and warriors and summits and shit. For once I would like to say something easy to relate to... well, easier (you stupid fucks). I was thinking it, so I may as well say it (or type it, or masturbate, or kill little girls, or fuck you in the eye). You will find out soon enough. You will watch, listen, read, absorb. You will grin and frown, shake and nod, and then you'll find someone else to direct and commentate on (you bored bastards). Maybe you will even settle for some thing or any thing for that matter (yes, they are supposed to be separated, you incompetent shits). Then again, maybe you aren't really here after all, and crazy is only in the mind of the beholder.

to be continued...

- Alexander McCurdy

ps. By the way, not everything is about a girl (you jealous, conceited whores).

Sunday, April 19, 2009

the sum of it

we scale the summit
a pale, pale summit
tall and cold
we scale the summit
only to plummet
down, down, down
beneath the ground

we lie and lie
upon impression
depressed detail

from the bottom's vale
what is depression
within a depression
but a becoming obsession?
the summit, the sum of it

inhale, inhale

we scale the summit
a pale, pale summit
worn and old
we scale the summit
only to plummet
down, down, down
back underground

we scale like snails
fast as we can
from where we began
but time catches up
what snail is failing

when still prevailing
to stick to the summit
when it is man who plummets
down, down, down
back underground

exhale, exhale


without a sound?

- Alexander McCurdy

Monday, April 13, 2009

Concession Heart Confession

People will do anything for a snack.
If you buy me Butterfingers, baby, I'll come back.
If the chocolate on your fingertips is still attached
To your flesh, by the end of the night
I just might eat you alive.

- afm