Archive | October, 2013
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Today’s Song of the Revolution is:

14 Oct

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Letter to Someone

3 Oct

Dear someone,

You don’t know who I am nor do I know who you are. This letter is not written for an intended purpose nor for anyone in particular. Each day passes and i wonder if the world is what it seems; if so life is not an exponentially unfolding adventure but a recurring fall through thin ice. If someone were to read this they would not look upon with joy or pleasure, but they could be reading this out of context. Maybe the said world is a different than this someone knows. Maybe it’s the underside of the one this someone knows. Maybe just maybe. Possibly, it’s the exact same one but through a different lens. Possibly, the reason for whoever’s discontent is directly attributed to this someone’s pleasure. If today ended and tomorrow began would yesterday be remembered with pain, or ecstasy? Oh the possibilities. Both are the opposite of apathy and neither are approached with this attitude. If someone were to tell one the meaning of life how would one react? The meaning is irrelevant. Someone’s reaction could define their life. If the meaning of life is to find something worth dying for, then the meaning of the death is to find something worth living for. Therefore, the cycle would never be broken unless someone failed. Failure is not worth dying for, success is. Deviation is success, therefore the game is broken. 

Love

                    you

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Mystery Haiku

3 Oct

Mystery Haiku

https://thedailydev.wordpress.com/2013/03/24/mystery-haiku/

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Redundancy

2 Oct

My Trip to the Moon (Quests for Communism)

2 Oct

Dev’s alarm went off abruptly. Even though it was 5 AM and he was not a morning person he sprung out of bed and got ready for the day. Today was not like the other days, it was “The Day”. It was the day when he and everyone else would realize a better tomorrow. When dreams would manifest into reality and nightmares would be banished to the realms of the forgotten. There was only one place that this momentous occasion could take place, the Moon. The Moon was a place that no one had ever been to, not that anyone had ever tried. There had been at least thirty attempts to get there. The most recent was Simon Olsen, he lived about 15 miles north of Dev. He had built a huge rocket ship, it was state of the art, it had six bedrooms, seven bathrooms, an Olympic sized pool, a four car garage, and the biggest kitchen anyone had ever seen. Of course it was all unnecessary since charlatan Simon and his even phonier wife were the only ones who lived in their elegantly arranged oversized prison. Anyway, the ship left the atmosphere (few have done so) and as it was entering the Moon’s gravitational pull, the ship suddenly went off course and ventured off further than science has advanced. The Olsens were lost forever and most likely will never be able to make their way back to solid ground.

Tens years ago, one of Dev’s friends Oliver Pillow, who lived 10 miles south of Dev, attempted the great leap. He had it all planned out, it was a beautiful balance of form and function. There was only one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen that was part of a pleasantly sized seating area, he wanted to add more space to take his loved ones but he didn’t have the resources to execute it, he barely had enough to make enough space for him. He had to substitute coal for oil and aluminum for titanium. The end result was a rather drabby rocket, it looked much better on paper. After working on it for three years it was finally time to launch, the rocket went down into flames shortly after leaving the Earth’s atmosphere.

Dev received the blueprint for Oliver’s ship, and he made some changes to it to make sure it would be able to achieve the almost fantastical feat and to include more room so he could bring along his like-minded loved ones. When they – if they – arrived at the moon the ship would disperse into smaller units for each person. They already figured out plots on the moon in which they would each inhabit, each plot was about 1 mile east or west of the next plot. Dev also created a portal that he placed 5 miles south of where he currently lived, the other end of the portal was attached to the space ship and would open upon landing on the moon, this way everyone could reach the Moon. He took a full ten years to construct it, the only time he spent away from building it was to campaign for crowdfunding.

It was time. Dev and his fellow trailblazers got into the ship. They launched out of the Earth’s atmosphere, further than Oliver and most of everyone else had gotten. They could feel the pull of the Moon, they were all very excited. While celebrating, Dev saw a light come on and an infamous beep was heard by all. An automated voice was heard, it said that missiles had locked onto the ship and the ship did not have a sufficient defense system to evade or destroy it. They braced for impact, the ship exploded as the it landed on the Moon.

The portal opened. After several moments, much too short for anyone to have gotten through, it phased out. The vehicle for reifying dreams was destroyed, who could have done such a thing?

 

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BLAH BLAH BOURGEOIS

1 Oct

BLAH BLAH BOURGEOIS

Non-Fiction vs. Fiction

1 Oct

Non-fiction is more concise. There is less detail about the superficial and aesthetic quality of the world around the character and more detail about the surroundings’ past and how the surroundings make the narrator feel. I also feel like there is less detail in non-fiction, so the story progresses at a quicker pace and the narrative is much less linear. In fiction, the story has moments of regression/tangents to describe the surroundings; non-fiction focuses on what is important to the author so the story skips around in a seemingly nonsensical way.