electric fancy

The puffing jungle wheezes in thirst,
anticipating, anticipating.

Cavalry drums hush the audience.

Teeth clenched tight;
white knuckle – red face;
contorted brow – flared nostril;
forehead wrinkles tense.
A build up of stinging sweat,
concentrating.

More rabble rousing;
more foreplay;
teasing the audience.

And than,

a silent snap
- a bead of sweat breaks off the chin.
Hungry brown crackled lips grin
- Tasting the drop in temperature,
as the gods drizzle nectar and ambrosia
from the gravy boat clouds

The maestro signals the woodwinds.
“Adagio.”
Soft notes fall;
tiny kisses bring life back to the emerald umbrellas.
A smooth wash of excitement.

Strings join the woodwinds.
“Andante.”
Thicker raindrops gush.
Bassist strumming buttermilk chords;
Plucking;
Dropping heavier beats;
Juicing the teat of blackberry sky

White

- brilliant white cuts the black.
Scribble scrabble guided by a thousand hands;
Chiseling – sculpting – hammering;
driving the light
into the land.

Ringing of a bell commences the fight.
Echoes upset the land – whispering voices shuffle.
“Allegrissimo! Accelerando!” The maestro’s wand cries.
Rain smacks the ground;
Thunder snares;
- Clap clap
- White claps.
Snapshots of the war hit the table.
“Affettuoso!”
Thunderstorm Love cracks a hook;
penetrating jabs.
Electric fancy, criss-cross lightening;
unrelenting livershot.
Dust screams;
melting aluminum sweat.

Buckets of punches pour – and continue to pour!
Not cats and dogs
- black panthers; white wolverines;
snarling, salivating beasts
- claws slashing – fangs devouring the landscape.
Waves and waves of middle-aged men
- stampeding – shouting.
A chariot race of white bolts - clanking wheels;
shattering stained glass windows.

Hazy, humid, hot steam billows from the passionate couple.
The maestro’s arms lower;
dancer’s pause mid-step,
recollecting conscious thought.

The wounded land sobs.

Streaks of indigo glisten the rigid, rocky terrain that was once cheekbone and brow.
Throbbing red bumps fold over a destroyed eye socket.
The dancers stare into each other;
searching for meaning;
swaying slowly to the beat of their exhausted hearts.

Ferocious vultures squawk
- The flock demands more – more!

Vulcan’s knock-out cannon is fired.


Blinding white engulfs the stadium.
Hundreds of cameras flash
- black white.
A flickering silhouette falls
- White black white.
The sound of defeat;
Rome falling to Barbarians;
the tapping of timpani drums;
three bell chimes;
the forest applauds

Wrote this for a college application to New College of Florida.

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Growing up in an age with convenience as foundation, the
youth of America has lost appreciation towards hard work by having too much comfort given to them. 

Heroes of the past generations were the iconic renegades, risking their lives for others, setting ideals that society esteemed for; their feats recorded in art and literature. The idols of today are Hollywood; the youth only adopting their irresponsible attitudes, excessive spending habits, narcissism. Today’s youth aren’t as motivated to independently read or see the world for themselves like previous generations. Instead of reading and being enlightened, this generation just watches television and only sees what the camera man sees - what the industries want them to see - limiting their perspective and enclosing them into a falser reality. Technology is thought to have made life more convenient, yet everyday; people become more dependent upon it and because of this, their minds and hands go to waste, and their creativity decays.

Rather than being intrinsically motivated to work, this generation is mainly driven on a need for money. The apathetic youth will not take action unless they are paid money, for adults have always told them, “Time is money.” All that time really is, is but a man-made construct to bring order, and to illustrate life as a measurement. Life can not be just about money; however, in today’s American culture, the youth are getting the impression that money is. Why do the youth get this impression? Since they’ve been born, the parents of this generation have been supporting and buying them luxuries all their life. By always paying for their  children’s needs, the youth do not learn the true value of money, never having to really work for what they earn. Since our capitalist market sponsors consumerism, and Hollywood celebrities are always buying flashy things, the youth become encouraged to spend someone else’s hard earned money on meaningless items.

The majority of this generation is not searching for meaning, not trying to maximize their potential, and not working toward the greater good. By being apathetic and showing no appreciation towards the classics or hard work, nothing is learned – it is as if the cause of the writers died when they died; but, it didn’t - the documents are still there - waiting for someone to read them, understand what was written, and to carry on that torch. Those that do carry on this torch of ambition and truth are the diligent, freethinking individuals that are driven by their own passion, cooperating with minds like their own, sharing their thoughts of innovation without their only motive being monetary gain.

In order to prevent future generations from living in apathy and greed, the education system must be improved upon. The education system in America has such lower standards when compared to a majority of the world. Why are the standards so low? If the youth today will be in charge of America in a few decades, shouldn’t the education system be more rigorous? Schools must raise a more challenging, engaging environment for students – forcing them to critically think, work harder, and break away from mediocrity. Community service should be incorporated within the schedule, for volunteering help benefits the community and those in need, as well as raising future generations with more positive principles.  In order to graduate, one must truly have an appreciation of the heroes before – one must truly understand what was written in the books read – feel the reason why passion, courage, and creativity were once respected traits before just money, fame, and a pretty face.

1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18 and find line 4.
badly printed colors, but this was a sketch done in a few sharp strokes (Atlas Shrugged)

2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
silk mini journal

3.What is the last thing you watched on TV?
How to be a tourist in Hawaii on TravelChannel hahaah

4.Without looking guess what time it is:
9

5.Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
...jeez its only 8.32

6.With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
"burning pile" - mother mother

7.When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
about 5.30. smoked a djarum black while walking down my road. Was very sunny retro due to my yellow shades. sat down in an empty field that I call New Jersey. Took off shades and everything was just dead and grey and burnt brown depressing reality ...should have brought my machete. Enjoyed the smoke and walked down the path to the construction of a small house. Sat down on some plywood and thought of myself as Howard Roark overlooking the Enright House. looked at the sky. a very pure watery blue with the tints of pink in the few clouds. a giant dragon cloud. sliver of moon for an eye. trees were becoming more dark green as sky was becoming orange and purples. 6 was nice. left the construction site as the sun was setting.

8.Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
http://silent-pea.deviantart.com/favourites/

9.What are you wearing?
open green long sleeve, the ripped black jeans, chai necklace, glasses

10.Did you dream last night?
yeah. About concept of heaven. Heaven is just a box of everyone youve ever loved. Arguments, fights, laughter, love and everything.

11.When did you last laugh?


12.What is on the walls of the room you are in?
wall scrolls of DOA and Ninja Gaiden, Halo posters, painting of vomiting man, painting of clown splatter, NY mets thing, world map, two photos my aunt took, water color from Israel

13.Seen anything weird lately?



14.What do you think of this quiz?
better then others

15.What is the last film you saw?

IN THE REALMS OF THE UNREAL

16.If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
Everything. No exceptions.

17.Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I danced to ipod music till three this morning with a cougar

18.If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
give everyone somebody to love

19.Do you like to dance?.
it happens

20.George Bush:
is out of office in 16 days!

21.Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
I like Louraine, Melody, Sasha, Aurora, Sue ...

22.Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
hmm... Ivan, Rasputin, Roark, Django, Maximilian, Joseph, Fredrick, Steven

23. Would you consider living abroad?
o yeah

24.What do you think God would say to you when you reach the gates?
"Took you long enough! I hope you brought your party-pants, cuz tonite we'z gonna go APE SHIT!". And we would fucking doubleteam Mother Theresa.

so I read Watchmen again. Keep thinking of these two scenes ...interestingly they seem to contradict each other





If you haven't read Watchmen, you totally should
AT LEAST see the movie when it comes out on 3.6.09.

So lately I've been getting into Astrology. Still seems like bullshit since every website says different things, but its interesting to look at who my friends are and compare them to their zodiac character.After gathering general info, it seems that being a Libra,  I'm most compatible with Aquarius, Gemini, Libra; complimentary to Aries; should basically avoid ...everything else ... Seems kinda right I guess. Some of the stuff I read is pretty funny though, knowing past relationships and how well the stars predicted their outcomes heh

Dang, I really shouldn't be superstitious - its just gonna limit my outlook on life. so, whatever whatever whatever. I'll just sleep with one eye open instead of both.

Because they wouldn't play Bee Gees at the prom, I took the liberty at midnight, in the parking lot, to bust out my car speakers and play Staying Alive. The dancing group around my car grew to about 10, when a police car pulled up saying I was missing something. A second later he busted out the Red-Blues, and three more boxed my car on the side. Now that was a disco.


The prom itself, well, I lived it. Danced for what... four hours pretty much. Girls fell in love with me, a group of girls avoided me, girls took copious pictures of me. Uhh yeah, if youre reading this, and youre a girl, you know you fell in one of those three catagories ...if not two, or even all three.

I should have wore kneepads.

When they cast bells, they write inscriptions on them. One bell in the belltower read

"All truth is one - in this light - science and religon endeavour here for the study and evolution of mankind - from darkness to light - from narrowdness to broadmindedness - from prejudice to tolerence. It is the voice of life which calls us to come and learn."

 

if we want to know how the future will be, ask an expierenced Kindergarten teacher - she upbrings the future generations year after year