Sometimes Quail Fly

  1. ;D You just don’t know.

    I’m standing on the bridge. The air is muggy and smells of hot cement and burning photographs. Memories fall like ash to the ground and mix with the dirt. I watch them fall into the creek below the water runs gently with light ripples over its surface as it weaves around the rocks and twigs. Shadows of them flow on the bed in the afternoon sun. If you stay still long enough, you can imagine the water flowing back where it came from, to its source. If you stay still long enough you can feel for a moment time flowing backwards. Moments become one, those memories come back.

                    Leaves float gently through the air. As they touch on the ground a breeze disturbs them. A moment passes and more fall. I wonder if there is more to falling pattern of leaves, a purposeful art by nature, consistently arranged, only to be mussed by small children playing. I watch quietly a few more leaves fall. I wish I were as patient as the trees.

                    I’m not.

                    I want my moments. I want my moments back.

                    They were taken from me, taken by those more manipulative then I could imagine. They worm their way into your heart like a cancerous, alien, disease. They fill you with feelings like a high and make you dependent and then they take what they give. Like a knife into your chest they carve out your still beating heart and lay it beside you. ‘This,’ they say, ‘is your weakness’. You choke on your bittersweet loves and joys and watch them die with you. And, yet, you continue to exist, a shell, an existence not worthy of life.

                    The bridge is old. Not ancient, but I’m sure many, many walked on it before I ever did. It has become a home and haven for the miniscule, for the small and weak. Creatures live beneath it and insects within it. They crawl across its expanse never fully exploring it, but they know its beauty more than any of us would ever have the audacity to know. They move methodically, taking in every inch and moment. They have time like none of us would know. Theirs is a short and yet richer life, filled with a mere hundred moments, but moments that mean more than even a million of ours. They have every single one.

                    It’s a quiet moment and it passes. I cherish it, but will I remember it? Where is memory without the feeling behind it? Ever changing, how do I know I feel one moment from the next? How do I know it was real? I don’t.

                   

  2. "… it always cock-blocks science."
    Bill Maher on Religion in the newest episode of Real Time (via marzelle)

  3. Omegle brings you POKEMON BATTLES.

    • You: Suddenly a loud crash comes from the kitchen! It’s a pikachu eating your stove wires. How do you react?
    • Stranger: *shoots the rat*
    • Stranger: :D
    • You: The pikachu dodges. It isn't happy.
    • You: Pikachu uses thunderbolt!
    • Stranger: *dodge* kick rat breaking it's neck
    • You: Pikachu falls limply. You have won.
    • You: Until you hear a loud growl outside!
    • Your Partner has disconnected.

  4. Balloons are actually feral.

    I was working and its my job to blow up balloons (via helium tanks). Well I was helping one little girl about 8 or 9 and she had a slight attitude. So I blow up her ballon and hand it to her and then point out some complimentary balloon weights we have. She takes one and comments, “Oh good. I wouldn’t want it to fly away.” My immeadiate response was, “I didn’t put one of those on once and I flew away.” The girl just looked at me with these horrified eyes.

  5. If I were cool….

    …I would have a bday party and make half the fun finding it…..>:D

  6. I’m on James’ side, but perhaps I’m a little biased.

  7. I SAW IRON MAN 2.

    Omfg, I saw Iron Man 2 and RDJ is as cute as ever. I went with my mom and we both loved it. It was definetly on par with the first one. I have to admit though there were a few sequences where I was seriously questioning why it was there or why it wasn’t longer. For example, most of the fight sequences felt really rushed and sort of lame, like they never really tapped into whiplashes awesomeness. As a side note my fav part of the movie is about halfway through. I won’t say more than you’ll know it when he lasers a flammable case. :D

  8. Fruit Rots, Don’cha know?

    If you leave fruit in the fridge for a very long time it will actually go past the mold phase into a higher life form set up. It will begin to grow tendrils and sentience. They will creep slowly and deviously from the bowl onto the base of the fridge and begin devoring everything near, all the while growing. It will suck the life from everything it touches, raping everything you believe in until it bursts from the dark depths of your inconspicous appliance. It will find you. It will infect you. You will die. So, remember, living without a care in the world is awesome, until you die. Please throw away things that go bad.

  9. POSTIT. Lol I wrote ‘tit’.

    I’m just a college student trying to attend life.

    I was able to register for all my classes next semester. :D