I never intended making this a canonical piece (yes, I consider some of my work "canon" and other pieces "non-canon" - I am a narcissist), but it cropped up again in my head today as a succinct representation of what was going on around me.
Stoned for the first time in almost 5 days, I was singing along to Neutral Milk Hotel in the car and thought "Damn, my voice sounds good today!" But then I thought "Or, maybe I'm just stoned." It's entirely possible these thoughts actually left my lips - if they had, no sooner had they when I thought "I am on A) fire, B) drugs."
As soon as it cropped up in my daily life of its own volition - it was decided the piece would be its own.
Imagine, then, my FURTHER surprise when I realized, upon reading the original version from earlier this month, that I had in fact REVERSED the order of the options. "What difference does that make?" you say. "Every difference," I say. "How so?" says you. Well, thinking that you are first on drugs before considering that you may be "on fire" (on a roll) is an entirely different assessment of yourself than thinking you're on fire before considering the possibility that the drugs are responsible for making you feel this way. It's kind of a glass half-empty, glass half-full sort of thing.
This revision represents the most current way I feel about myself in terms of this poem.
(Yes, enormous file is enormous, sorry guys.) So I was thinking... I've seen poetry written like this, spacing out words oddly and putting in spaces and different font faces/sizes, so why can't prose be the same? (I'm having a hard time submitting this because there's no visual prose section; only HTML files are allowed in prose! xD) This is just a test, mind you, and I'm not sure if I'll keep writing like this or if I'll just go back to plain text. I'd love some feedback, though! Do you love it? Hate it? Why/why not? Anything I should do more/less of?
And as for the actual story here, it started out as an experiment to see what would happen if I stuck Felix in with an Amnesian (such as [link] ), but Instant ended up not quite creepy enough, so...he/she/it doesn't really qualify as one. xD And yes, for the record, Instant is some sort of metaphysical spirit/ghost/whatever.
A poem i started on randomnly in a sociology class of mine, had absolutely nothing to do with what we were discussing; the thought just popped into my head. If i had to recall where i may have gotten the decision then i could attribute this to a friend of mine who used to cut.
I didnt want to go for the darker mentality of it all, i figured that that is captured enough, perhaps i'm wrong.
But I wanted to write this in a lighter detailing, as i described it to a friend of mine, it's a light darkness; which really doesn't make any sense, nor do these little descriptions i always write, but whatever.
I'm gonna stop talking, just read the damn poem, lol.
Unfortunately for Satan, people don't go around naked and vulnerable anymore. Also, they own cars.
Wow, I wasn't expecting much to come of this, but a DLD is a wonderful surprise. I'm flattered by the sentiment, I'll be sure to edit this story so it better fits in its new mantle. Thanks to everyone for the reads and the favs, I appreciate it.