Existence

If your intent to condemn the buzzing of the bees be nothing more than a false threat, I recommend you fuse a grain of salt with a broomstick betel and a rusty teakettle. Before you decide it be scrappy blunt metal, toss the tarnished salt seed by a wallowing tree to see if the grime and muck will swallow it up and snuggle it deep 'tween roots, dead fruit, and catacomb leaves. From here with caution you must warily proceed as seeds and leaves start to breed and weave. They twist and kiss unable to resist the uplifting of girth from the still, cold earth. In a deadly dance their romance persists until the once mucky grime miraculously climbs from the state of extinct to the state of exist!

- Alexander McCurdy

"The Alex Show" Episode 14

FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN

Five five five five five alternate endings, but which one is right? Top shelf, bottom shelf, and three other entities with unknown identities. Two sapphire eyes intertwined with mud and gunk and girth and yuck and yum and yes I like that very much so, so swim between the electric fence and the gears that teeth on skin scraped knees. Rotate, rotate, one false turn will turn the outsides like milk to butter: burning, sweltering, melting skin scraped knees. Churn, churn churning machines: eighteen obscenities. I know these underwater routines have lasted longer than minutes thrice, three three three so how come I breathe? Obstacles-a-plenty, eighteen to twenty, and I cannot remember why I left the rest outside when I'm the one swimming for a prolific tamale when I know there is no ingredient after unraveling the corn covered sheath, but there is a power and a reason to replace the beef. How very neat, but to read is treason and surely I'd sink unless this tamale is retrieved to its not so proper owner, the illustrious lead. Dr. Hidden has returned to claim his name as HE and HIM or The One Whom Shan't Be Named as if HE never came came came camera! No, wait. This is not the right time to contemplate, so turn turn turn back around before real time runs out, and bodies are stuck underground, underwater, under too many mistakes. too late too late too late There is no time. There is no knowing. There is only renounced faith, and a decision to deliver or decide to debate. Give in! Hand over the tamale, sea rover.
Given.
Give in
to HIM!

Mission complete, but not accomplished. Instead I demolished all hope of escaping this spherical, shaky frame. Am I insane? No, merely enslaved to the chain of obscurity with no domain of security or purity proclaimed.

BANG! A shot rings out from hand distance away, but it is HER hand that saves me. red red red SHE saves me from death, but HER yarn unravels to a question marked thread: could HER be HIM all along? Wait, I know this song!

*Red Hands - The Dear Hunter*

ALEX: She plays pretend. Well, I have figured you out, top shelf! I caught on to your trend!

____: But there are four more ways for this story to end.

FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN

How deceitful, my friend, when you defended my life, but now you cannot lend a helping hand until that hand mends, or is that what you had planned?

to be continued...

- Alexander McCurdy

within my busty dwelling

across the open sea i see the water spawning coral reefs hung up for christmas back in twenty-three at least that is what i am led to believe but i do not really have a clue or an idea that is not preconceived by someone else's calligraphy these letters all seem to be spiraling connected by the a's and b's of immanency purging life itself into my busty dwelling but never telling whether it's the correct spelling or if my forehead is fortune telling a more compelling tale of arks and shells the forecast foretells a casting spell sent above the blue areas of this map the mangy masts and harbored bows have rowed against these seven seas for seven laps but i cannot find the rusted rod to make mankind forever nod in my own name in my facade and now i lost my swimming cap

it was all a trap

- Alexander McCurdy

a star is born

roll out the red carpet pull out the head star kit cut slit after slit in your once formal dress dress to undress your bare chest will impress the obsessed problematic of the hollywood tar pit

digress

digress

digress

you mangled mess of a farm pet i bet you like harm since they held down your arms in the chickenhearted barn and savored your sweat with each thrusting threat

forget

forget

forget

eighteen thousand dollars more and you still see a whore in the stands of new york's most fashionable stores on the flashy front spread you read what they said, "all of this for nothing more than nightmares galore nightmares galore!"

ignore

ignore

ignore

until you're nothing more than a pitiless pet drowned in debt of forgotten regret

- Alexander McCurdy

Wait, Hate, LOL!

Some common sayings that have been getting on my nerves recently:

1. "I can't wait..."
   
2. "I hate..."
   
3. "LOL!"
   

1. Anytime people get antsy or excited in regard to something that requires a countdown, waiting is not an option; it is essential. For instance, the new Regina Spektor album will be released next month. Many people respond to her blog stating, "I can't wait for your new album!" Well, you dumb fucks, you're just gonna have to.

2. There is no way that people can possibly contain all of the "hate" they express. Much like the word "love," I think that people overuse and misuse this word all too often. Stop saying you hate things, people. I hate that!

3. If we are talking online or via text messages and I say something humorous that does NOT make you literally "Laugh Out Loud," stop writing it. It is a waste of time for you to type and for me to read. Whether I made you giggle or not is a pretty silly thing to lie about.

Conclusion: For one reason or another I felt obligated to write something tonight, but I have nothing of any importance to share with you.

- Alex McCurdy

ps. I can't wait for this writer's block to be over. I hate it. LOL!