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“The Old Polaroid”

While cleaning out his junk drawer because he was busily procrastinating from the work he really should be doing, Rodrigo Torres happens upon a yellowed old Polaroid picture stuck between a pad of Post-Its… he hadn’t seen this picture for years, or even THOUGHT of it for at least a decade, but as soon as he sees it the memories come flooding back.

This was that one Christmas where that Monster totally smashed through the wall and ate Uncle Jaime, and the government let the Monster go free because it was working as a double agent and providing the authorities with valuable information about the Monster Militia’s funding and supplies, and the presents that year were awful because Rodrigo’s dad had lost his job and his mom was in jail for murdering that grocery clerk… things felt so awful then.

But then Rodrigo smiles wistfully as he thinks about how awful the world feels today, what with terrorism and war and the economy and the environment and his mom getting out of jail and murdering again and unemployment… and he realizes that it wasn’t really better back in the “good ol’ days”. 

It comforts him, in a way… something bad will always be happening, and this is just how things are.  The epiphany sends a tingling calming sensation through his body, as he tells himself that everything was always awful.

And it always will be.  :’-)

Rodrigo sticks the photo on his fridge underneath a NEVER FORGET 9/11 magnet as a helpful reminder that nothing ever changes.

Posted 9/8/2012

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“The Inexorable March of Time”

Time moves slowly, when you’re a child
The free summers drag on, so sunny and mild
Yesterday was forever ago, and tomorrow is even worse
The wait for each birthday feels like a sinister curse.

Soon, the weeks become months, the months become years
Time slips by so quickly, and your memory smears
It all blends together, and you forget what it’s like
To feel time is endless, like when you were a tyke

Time moved slowly, when you were a kid
But soon all that you do, becomes all that you did.
It shouldn’t be frightening; time is all relative
While you can’t slow down your life, you can be sure to live.

Originally Posted 8/8/2011

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“The Door That Won’t Stay Closed”

Young Jake wakes up, as he hears his closet door creek
It’s opened once more, and what’s inside is taking a peek.
He rushes to shut it, but he knows it won’t hold for good,
It will always try to come out, as it has since childhood.

He’s boarded it up tight, but it wiggles a way through
He’s hidden it out of sight, but still eternally it grew.

It won’t starve to death, no matter how much it’s ignored
It patiently sits back, waiting for a chance to be adored.
And when that day comes, it’ll enjoy the long-awaited limelight
Relishing that its existence will make them all sick at its sight.
Everyone who thought that they knew Jake, will realize they don’t.
He’ll hope things will stay the same, but he knows that it won’t.

It will rot slowly in the daylight, ripening as it stews in the open air
Its stench permanently soaked in the nostrils, of anyone who might care.

But for now all he can do, is repeatedly keep the door closed.
Knowing that it’s just a matter of time, till it’s all exposed.
He locks the door again, muffling its cringe inducing sound
And tries not to think of what’ll happen, when it is eventually found.

Posted 8/14/2012

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“It’s Still a Pretty Thing”

Young Henry Stanley gazes out the giant picture window and watches the landscape of the Earth below slowly rotate past as Henry’s homeship orbits along with it…

He tries to imagine what life would have been like down there; having been raised on one of the several city-sized ships that now house humanity, he has never actually set foot on ‘real’ ground. 

The idea of walking on a planet is quite foreign to him, actually, and while he’s seen movies of it actually seeming commonplace, it’s still hard to wrap his mind around it.  It almost seems primitive.

After a planet-wide salting of the Earth by the Robots during the final stages of the 3rd to last nuclear war (with the last nuclear war being one nuclear war too many), the planet ultimately died and what was left of humanity had to take shelter in enormous spaceships that orbited the Earth, safely out of range of the massive radiation that had seeped into the Earth’s core.

Staring down below, though, Henry thinks to himself— even though the Earth’s atmosphere is poison, the land toxic, and its not capable of supporting life for many millions of years longer… the Earth is still a pretty thing. 

From far enough away.

Originally Posted 2/18/2012

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“Defragmenting the Brain”

Horrible memories next to good means the two often commingle.
You wish to remember a nice moment, but get that uneasy tingle.
Pleasant nostalgia ruined by things you wish you could erase.
Forgetting is usually impossible, but brains have a lot of open space.

Simply defragment your brain, store the dark memories to the side,
In the empty unused portions of the mind, you put them to hide.
There they can’t bug you, or infest what you wish to recall,
No more pausing on past regrets, slowing your brain to a crawl.

You’ll live happier not remembering anything that made you sad.
Filled with confidence knowing that you never did anything bad.
While over time that data may leak out, and flashes break through,
Just defragment your brain again, and you’ll never have to be you.

Originally Posted 10/24/2011

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“You Remain You”, a Haiku

The childhood photo
Lies, saying Noelle has changed…
But she remains, Her.

Originally Posted 12/13/2011

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“VHS Memories”
(A Classique Doodle from 12/27/2011)

A generation of memories, recorded on magnetic tape
Good moments to savour, and bad ones to escape.
Static-y audio and dull palettes that bled,
All fading away on a format that’s dead.

Your life painstakingly recorded so you can remember it always,
On cheap tape that rots on a shelf, and no longer plays.
Temporary technology meant the recordings don’t last
So all of our VHS memories have been left in the past.

As more times passes, your youth becomes harder to recall
And now there’s no proof you had a childhood at all.

Originally Posted 12/27/2011

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“Late Night TV”

Creeping down the hallway,
He turns on the television quietly.
After everyone has gone to bed,
He looks at what they don’t want him to see.

The real education starts after hours,
So at boring stupid school he does awfully…
But he’ll learn everything he ever needs to know,
Thanks to watching Late Night TV.

Posted 4/26/2012

(Thanks to the amazing Kyle Harter for .giffing this for me!)

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“The Roaming Pack of Wild Ghosts”

The year… is 1999 A.D.

Nan Miller, often known as “The Luckiest Boy in the Galaxy”, or “Lucky Nan-Nan”, or “Nanner the Boy Who Often Receives Good Fortune in the Form of Fortuitous Luck”, looks over the rocky outcropping through his lucky space helmet and smiles relievedly as he whispers into a tin-can attached to a string— we were right.

In the other end of the tin-can, Nan can hear the boys back in the tree-house hootin’ and hollerin’ with glee… the mission was a success for all of childkind.

The planet of Neptune was NOT covered with a sea of swirling vaporous gasses and liquids, as most adult scientists believed, but was actually covered by dense roaming packs of wild ghosts… exactly what the leading child scientists of the day had long theorized but could never confirm until now.

Nan stares in awe at the majestic beauty of the wild ghost as they gracefully float across the valley floor… finally, proof that not only are ghosts real, but also an explanation for why the Earth isn’t over-populated with the billions of dead souls— ghosts simply end up here on Neptune, is all, except for the few that remain in your closet and under your bed.  It seems so obvious now…!

Having luckily won the chance to go on this trip to Neptune by finding the winning game token in the bottom of a box of breakfast cereal, Nan wasn’t sure what he would discover on this dangerous voyage… but he knew that the answers to these questions were bigger than him, bigger than all of kid-kind even, and if he could help answer the mysteries of the solar system and life… why, he really was the luckiest boy of them all.

Nan’s shuttle exploded upon re-entry into Earth’s atmosphere, killing him instantly, as the baseball card that was in the ship’s wheels to make it sound like a cool engine had become too bent and wobbly. 

Since most of Earth’s population will perish in the subsequent nuclear holocaust of 2003, Nan’s death is still considered quite lucky.

Posted 3/27/2012

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“The Old Mix Tape”

Listening to his old mix tape that he found in a shoebox full of junk from high school, Henry Singleton remembers how much time he spent meticulously pausing and stopping the cassette player/recorder as he constructed the perfect mix for himself or his friends…

It was something that he used to do practically every week back then, but he had almost forgot about the time consuming activity entirely until he saw the tape.  

Each song unleashes forgotten memories associated with that age— not all bad, of course; Henry just feels odd to be back in that young mindset, thinking the dumb thoughts he used to think all the way back then.   

The problems and worries he remembers seem to match the music: immature, embarrassing even.  Henry wishes the him of 15 years ago was cooler, but sadly that’s not the case.  The music is awful.

He wonders if he should throw the tape out after he listens to it, to destroy any record of his lack of good taste…

In the misty haze of nostalgic idealization, Henry decides that mix tapes were more intimate… It took real time to make each mix, after all, so it meant something dammit!  And this was before every song ever made was available to download and listen to within moments.

However, he realizes, it IS pretty awesome to have every song ever made available to download and listen to within moments, so… he’s not sure if “intimate” is better or worse.  Or if it even matters. 

It’s just different, is all.

Henry then hits the record button and tapes over all of his old songs with the dead air around him, erasing any evidence of the bad music he used to like.

Posted 3/14/2012

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