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EIGHTEEN

Posted by dylan m on September 16, 2009 at 11:00pm

Oof.from what i am told, the dream is about freedom. or that i shall travel soon. but i know no freedom. and i shall not travel soon.i am navigating through a large european city. or an american city. or tokyo. or sao paolo. or. A City of the Future. lets leave it at that.there are slums. glittering glass skyscrapers. suburbs. everywhere i have ever been or seen in my life all in one city. a city full of cities. taxis. horns. subways. screeching metal. more noise than one can imagine. all of it. all at once.i have bags. unwieldy bags that are overstuffed, bursting, causing me to stop and collect stop and collect stop and collect.and i'm running. hot sticky hot. sweat. panic. screaming for movement.and there's the airport. An Airport of the Future. Larger than anything you've ever seen. Planes are 10 stories high. Gates take days to reach. and i'm running. there are wires everywhere. planes land through nets of wires which doesnt seem possible given their size yet they do. but not before you think death is right. where. you. are.once you hit the airport the real panic starts. my legs start to burn, then become paralytic. frozen. unimaginable charley horses. muscles practically break in half, fall off the bone. another thing to stop and collect. bags bursting. and i'm late. security scatters all my belongings everywhere and i am forced to scurry about the floor putting things back. my gate is miles away. up endless escalators. flights of stairs that see no end.there are storms all around. electrical. and the nets of wires pulse and flicker. spark.and there's pain. so much pain.but this time. she calls me. from the gate. she says something ridiculous. somethingthat doesn't acknowledge the hours of agony i have been through. something selfish. and i stop dumbstruck and stare into the phone. not knowing what to say. now wanting to say a thing.and then.there's a body on the ground. three stories below the fire escape. flat on his stomach. i knew him. but i don't know how. and i turn. and i am a hostage. we all are. and the man that is keeping us. i know him too. but again. i don't know how. i know him in a way that the others dont. no one is scared. very matter of fact. i know i am the key to release. if i can just. say the right? thing. but it doesn't seem as if i can or will or know how.and we're there. in the room. all of us.waiting for the next move.and this. this is a dream of freedom i ask.

NINETEEN

Posted by dylan m on January 8, 2010 at 6:30am

I'm in here.
Just like you. There.
Maybe I passed you on the street today. Maybe I sat next to you on a plane once. Maybe you took my order. Maybe I cut you off and you cursed at me. Maybe I held the door open for you and you ignored me. Maybe you even slept with me.
You never know.
I ama person. Just as you are a person.
But yet, to you, i'm symbols on a screen.
signifying life. spilling beans. spinning yarns.
Here is a picture I took one day.
Are you in it?

You never know.

SEVENTEEN

Posted by dylan m on September 1, 2009 at 11:06pm

there was a mantle i was supposed to bear.i haven't.it calls.i know it.it knows it. or he knows it more to the point.it calls and calls.the low fog may lift. or the low fog will create rain.when the tide is way out.09/12/09 it starts anew.new.i knew then.i know now.it calls and calls.is this thing on then?yes. yes it is.hello.

SIXTEEN

Posted by dylan m on April 8, 2009 at 9:16pm

oof.here it comes once again.run away. far away. start a new life.feels like the right time. feels like the first time.lives collide in dreams. where is the fantasy? why does it seem fantastic? who's the phantom? me or?on the road again.blood in the pot.flush it all away.welcome to the north?

FIFTEEN

Posted by dylan m on November 29, 2008 at 8:43pm

flash. blast. bam.a winner this time.this time.this time.this vrsion becomesthat vrsionwhich vrsion is yoursand which is mine?one never knows.ndo (ad infinitum.)

FOURTEEN

Posted by dylan m on August 21, 2008 at 5:30am

SM STUFF moves from 1 to 2 to zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzero?seems likely, possible. unfortunate. sad. daff.but i'm jazzd. doors that open slight.doors that open wide.wide. wide.wide.

THIRTEEN

Posted by dylan m on August 1, 2008 at 6:54pm

SM Stuff (0)...and counting...

TWELVE

Posted by dylan m on July 3, 2008 at 11:00pm

SM Stuff (1)

ELEVEN

Posted by dylan m on June 23, 2008 at 8:30pm

Whoever said [blank], obviously knows nothing about [blank] .

TEN

Posted by dylan m on May 26, 2008 at 6:05pm

This incapability gets to be too much. too bright. too powerful.to quote, y'know.

NINE

Posted by dylan m on May 22, 2008 at 8:30pm

5.After it was over I felt sort of sick. But not like I thought I would. I guess I felt, well, like I did everyday.It just wasn't anydifferent.And that made me throw up.

EIGHT

Posted by dylan m on May 19, 2008 at 5:54pm

at what point did 'not losing' become the third option joining your more standard 'winning' and 'losing?' and why do i categorize not losing as winning? is it? now it is.

SEVEN

Posted by dylan m on May 2, 2008 at 4:41pm

the floor in my home is collapsing. I can feel it when i walk. the floorboards have give they never had before. they also creak and speak much more than they used to. i think they are getting worn out. and think they are like me.one of these days they're going to give up, and down i'll go.

SIX

Posted by dylan m on April 29, 2008 at 5:06pm

vomit like coffee grounds?growths like grapes in the sinuses?personality changes?TWO coming true?blood moving faster, glands swelling, dancing figures in my periphery.Something's coming.

FIVE

Posted by dylan m on April 24, 2008 at 5:38pm

written on a stone tablet found on the banks of the hudson:is there a remedy? a vaccine? or a cure?i say no.

FOUR

Posted by dylan m on April 17, 2008 at 8:47pm

interspersed with the daylight came moments of real darkness. day seemed to lose its meaning entirely as darkness at 1pm did not really signify 'night' nor did daylight at 2am signify 'day.' what made night? the hour? the conditions in the sky? what? and it was all random anyway. if it was by whim, whose whim or what whim? soon we would know. we would know two things:1. that the earth had stopped turning.2. and there really was a god.(though i can't say we really understand either of these concepts any better than we did before. but at least now we really comprehend how far off we are.)

THREE

Posted by dylan m on April 9, 2008 at 3:54pm

Woman who has bought one of every product she has seen a commercial for. Obscenely rich husband dies as impetus. Lists of products to be purchased distributed to her staff daily. Items placed in a warehouse on her estate for safekeeping. Products never used.

TWO

Posted by dylan m on April 7, 2008 at 4:34pm

twitching eyelid->headache->blurred vision->blindness->cancerous brain tumor.tumor removed.hidden talent now??

one

Posted by dylan m on April 6, 2008 at 9:09pm

man who names pharmaceutical drugs. freelance marketer hired to develop eye-catching product-relevant names. takes disease information, ingredient names, translates them to a 3-4 syllable word.

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