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MEMORIES OF EARTH

hapPy hallow'een & unBetween ~(X_o)~

Come With Me

COME WITH ME

"I know you're out there waiting
just hangin' around
you're that jewel that I've been searchin' for
to top my crown
cuz there really is no reason
and there's not much to explain
why I really need to find you
I can't withstand the pain.


Come with me
we will travel the seas
we will embrace each other
and lose touch of reality
climb over mountains
and soar through the air
all I want, girl
is for you to be there.

I reach for your heart
I knew it from the start
that I'd keep searching for you
as long as we're apart
there's blood through my mind
and starting to climb
to the ends of my body
was that such a crime?

Yeah uh yeah
yeah uh yeah
yeah eh yeah
yeah eh yeah
Yeah eh yeah eh yeah...."

~Jonathan Davis of KoRn
High School Demo

Permawake

Certainly—we all realize it from time to time
We're killing the earth for petroleum products
Polluting the skies—not wise
Are we concerned to do something about it

Why did we vote for our grandchild's execution
Oh—excuse me—our family's part of Big Money
We're lucky to be among The Chosen few, honey
just wanted to realize something

Using our real eyes to find out politicians and pundits
are telling real lies—we realize it— (Thanks, Wind)
And what, you do too—realize we're screwed—

Do you realize it once a week—and try to atone for it
through a God whose existence you've been lied to about—
Or—you're more devout—you realize it every day—swell.
Well, that's enough.  It's your time to live it.

There's no sense in waking up to it all the time.
This just proves we're asleep,
It's time for an awakening of a greater steep.
We all need to be Slapped Into Permanent Awakening

Twenty-Four-Seven,  live it,  breathe it, get even.
Don't ever sleep again.  Can't write slam poetry,
Then write your congressman or a friend, ask them
why so many politicians retiring millionaires, who cares?
Who in their right minds wants to run for office, really.

There's no limit to the times we'll repeat this
the future being sold to the highest bidder
it means your great-granddaughter will have
to buy the air they breathe from your grandkids.

Isn't that what's happening now, more or less,
We have to pay for the water we drink today,
So it stands to reason if we all work hard,
like we've been doing all along,
then having to pay a nominal fee
for clean, pure air will be mandatory some day
in the near future, there.  You can put down your knives.
Alright, I'll back off—every one go on ahead and withdraw
back into the shells of your well insulated lives.

from the autumn coatrack

 i sigh and put on my
Octoberface;
it is my favorite face,
and when it's snug
in its dusty place
my skullgrin hidden
and the neckflaps laced,
I hit the streets
and darkly grace
the drywind autumn
of this landblown place

Ambition

Ah, but what is ambition, if not more cruel
than acceptance of one's role in life?
I try to fit in where I can,
though it be against my nature often...
And I am a writer, as I ever strive to be.

And to whose audience a failed soliloquy...?
And what does it matter to us?
My ambition is to understand.

And hence, in that sense,
I am damned.

House Of Windows

It's when you begin noticing the small things that it gets you.
I mean, by that time, you're hooked, as the saying goes.
Snagged is more like it, I guess it's lucky they don't use hooks.
More like being netted, really. Usually happens in larger groups,
the rest get left behind. You know how it is. But then,
it's only a matter of time, isn't it? Isn't there something
about the Grim Reaper carrying an hour glass? I don't know.
If not, there should be...huh. Maybe Father Time is the Grim Reaper,
maybe they're one and the same. All I know is what I saw
when I finally took that walk around my block.
Well I guess I only been here three and a half months,
and it was winter when I moved in. I always do get restless
after the Ides of March. I went for a walk out under the platinum clouds.
It was just on the verge of raining, but somehow I knew it wouldn't.
It's a nice, quiet neighborhood. Lotta elm trees.
I hooked a left at the first corner. As the concrete sidewalk panels
flowed under my feet, I looked down and noticed first a few,
then dozens more furry gray caterpillar looking things.
As I stepped carefully to avoid crushing them,
I noticed what appeared to be small, lamprey-like suckermouths
of a darker brown which they anchored themselves to the sidewalk with.
They were all in an inchworm position, a whole fleet
of suckermouthed fuzzy gray caterpillars clinging to the sidewalk,
as if against the wind. After a few more strategic strides
they were gone, and I kept walking. I looked down to make sure
none were clinging to the cuffs of my pants. All clear.
I felt relief. The thought of them bothered me.
I did not discover any more such clusters throughout the neighborhood,
that day. Nor have I ever encountered any since.

the FREEZINE of Fantasy and Science Fiction

Artwork by Shasta Fletcher Lawton

MY Interview with a Vampire

me: I won't kill you if you don't attack me, deal?

vamp:__________________________________

me:  Are you really dead?

vamp:__________________________________

me: Who did this to you?

vamp:__________________________________

me: The mirror thing. True or False?

vamp:__________________________________

me: Do you regret becoming a vampire?

vamp:__________________________________

me: Could you subsist off coconut milk instead?

vamp:__________________________________

me: Then why don't you live in the tropics?

vamp:__________________________________

me: Oh I didn't realize that.  Which tropical area

features the highest vampire population?

vamp:__________________________________

me: on a scale of 1-10, how does coconut milk

compare with fresh human blood?

vamp:__________________________________

me: Interesting . . .

Our Solar System As Laboratory

Q: If life can arise from inorganic matter so quickly and easily, why is it not abundant in the solar system and beyond?

A: It may be rare or unique to certain solar systems, but there are countless solar systems beyond ours.

Q: If biology is an inherent property of matter, why have chemists so far been unable to reconstruct life, or anything close to it, in the laboratory?

A: Because the laboratory required must, by definition, BE a solar system.  i.e, Thus far chemists have not been able to recreate the conditions of a solar system, by definition. 

Q: The origins of life on Earth bristle with puzzle and paradox. Which came first, the proteins of living cells or the genetic information that makes them?

A: The genetic information that makes them.

Q: How could the metabolism of living things get started without an enclosing membrane to keep all the necessary chemicals together?

A: Our atmsophere itself functions as an enclosing membrane.  Consider the sky as the lid that keeps all the necessary chemicals together.

Q: But if life started inside a cell membrane, how did the necessary nutrients get in?

A: By meteoritic injection.

If a terrestrial explanation is struggling to break through, the following conclusions should be considered:

-The earth may be tantamount to an egg

-If cell-like structures formed naturally from fatty chemicals which were present on primitive earth, and there is no current explanation for how nucleotides could ever have arisen spontaneously, perhaps the answer is mirrored within the sexual  model for reproduction, only on a cosmic scale:  Something tantamount to "meteoritic insemination" may have provided the "left hand" pathway for the earth's "right hand" fatty chemicals to be triggered with.  

If chemists' and biologists' only option for figuring life out is in the laboratory, then they better start expanding their laboratory. I suggest they begin by first knocking down its walls and letting the air in.   If earth and our solar system become their laboratory,  they should make better progress, I would think.   

Omnicreed

Believe me it's a touchy subject for anyone, even me, since I respect my vegetarian-barbarian brethren and their credo. 

I'm usually at a loss as to how to justify my own dietary habit of remaining an omnivore; hence keeping silent on the matter. [So here goes nothing]—

  There's a weird sort of backwards-appearing philosophy that I find myself adhering to more the older I get, and it can be roughly exemplified by deforestation:   In my younger days, I thought the razing of forests was akin to "ripping the lungs from the planet" or otherwise violating nature, etc.   Nowadays, I feel almost the opposite:  if we don't raze the damn forest at a respectable rate (take lightning as a good example) it'll overtake civilization and we'll wake up in the morning with crabgrass growing out of our eyesockets. 

Ok so I implemented a bit of hyberbole to get my point across there—hopefully, y'all understand where I'm coming from with that.  The point being there is always a particular context we must keep in perspective.  

The point being, there needs to be a balance—and yes, militant vegan activism is necessary today  as  leverage to help restore that balance—but  I just think we're omnivorous by nature, that  life feeds on life,  and it's eat or be eaten, until such extreme movements by which 'abandoned balances' may be restored should themselves then be watched most carefully, for the continued implementation of such outdated methods may in turn become the new problem to overcome.

Balance and moderation remain the traits we must ever strive to maintain.