Solace In Writing

A fresh new start

2010-07-12T00:58:00.003-05:00

So I decided to start writing again and though that this ol blog would be the perfect place to do it. I don't have anything yet but when I do I'll be posting it up here.

In the meantime feel free to browse around. If you like something leave a comment. If you don't then that's even more reason to leave one.

Cheers,

Solace

Play for Class

2005-04-13T10:24:00.000-05:00

This play seriously sucks, but it's a cool idea. It sucks cause I whipped the last half of it together in an hour. So I need to rework it to build up better tension. Lemme know what ya think :) Oh and ignore the lame title. Just a quicky that suits the purpose for class.

Broken Hearts
Jason H. French
Characters
Jess: Early twenties
Eric: Early twenties
Time and Place
Present day
Studio apartment

Lights up: A sparse studio apartment with a bed in the center of the stage. Jess is on the bed facing towards the audience curled up in a ball. There is a door upstage with a desk to the left of it. On the desk there are a number of papers some of which have fallen to the floor. On the center of the desk is an envelope with the words Mom and Dad written on it. There is a chair infront of the desk. On the walls of the apartment there are a few posters. There is an unkempt kitchenette stage right.

(Knock on the door)

Eric: Talk to me Jess.
Jess: No.
Eric: Talk to me.
Jess: No.
Eric: Are you going to let me in?
Jess: The door’s open.
(Eric opens the door and walks in)
Eric: What’s wrong?
(there is no response from Jess)
Eric: At least tell me what’s wrong.
Jess: There’s nothing wrong.
(Eric goes to the desk, grabs the chair and sets it down to the left of the bed and then sits down)
Eric: Bullshit, you’ve been crabby all morning, talk to me.
Jess: Leave me alone there’s nothing wrong.
Eric: Then why won’t you talk to me.
Jess: Leave.
Eric: Not until you tell me what’s wrong.
Jess: Look god dammit there is nothing NOTHING!
(Jess turns around with her back to the audience)
Eric: Want a cigarette?
(Jess looks back, thinking)
Jess: No I quit.
Eric: What? when.
Jess: This morning.
Eric: Why?
Jess: I’m going to die.
Eric: Right, seriously, it’s great that you quit but why? you never mentioned you wanted to quit.
Jess: Well I do.
Eric: That explains the crabbyness.
(Jess sits up, sits cross legged, and faces Eric)
Jess: Shut up.
Eric: Jess, come on let up a little. I think it’s great but you don’t need to bite my head off.
Jess: Ya, great. It’s real great. There you know what’s wrong now will you leave?
Eric: You sure that’s the only thing? There’s nothing else?
Jess: Jesus fucking H Christ get the fuck out of my apartment.
Eric: There is something else isn’t there.
Jess: I swear if you don’t leave now I’m going to kill you.
Eric: Right, I’m just concerned Jess. You haven’t been normal lately.
Jess: What the fuck is normal? and I already told you, I just want to be alone, please
Eric: What the cigarettes?
(Jess hurls a piillow at him)
Jess: No not the fucking cigarettes.
Eric: Huh?
Jess: Forget it.
Eric: No, tell me.
Jess: I’m giong to DIE !!!!! how many fucking times do you want me to say it? DIE, again? I’m going to DIE how about one more fucking time.... I am going to DIE.
(Eric a little more seriously)
Eric: Seriously?
(Jess screams)
Eric: From what? the cifarettes?
Jess: Enough with the fucking cigs.
Eric: What happened Jess.
Jess: who made you my damn priest?
(Eric stands up)
Eric: I’m just trying to help jess, are you really dying ?
(Jess nods)
Eric: How long do you have?
Jess: Two days.
Eric: Jesus Christ.
Jess: Ya I’ll be visiting him on the 3rd, I’m going to tell him about the time I walked in on you with the.
(Eric starts to pace behind the bed)
Eric: That’s not funny Jess
Jess:(giggling) Maybe Jesus will think so.
Eric: Knock it off.
Jess: Now who’s irritating who.
Eric: Fine if you really want me to leave.
(Eric heads for the door)
Jess: No..... stay, I’m sorry.
(Eric turns around)
Eric: This is fucked up.
Jess: ya.
Eric: When did you find out?
(Eric goes to the bed and sits down next to Jess(
Jess: A few hours ago.
Eric: Are you going to tell me what it is.
Jess: Huh?
Eric: What you’re dying from.
Jess: Oh.
Eric: Well.
Jess: I don’t want to talk about it.
(Eric puts an arm around Jess)
Eric: Jess, please.
(Jess shrugs his arm off and gets off the bed)
Jess: I really don’t want to talk about it now. Talk to me about something else.
(Eric reclines with his back propped up against the headboard)
Eric: Like what?
Jess : I don’t care, anything. How was the movie yesterday.
Eric: It sucked. Jess, this is wierding me out.
Jess: You don’t have to stay.
(Eric sits back up)
Eric: I want to, you shouldn’t be alone.
(Jess sits down in the chair)
Jess: Why? I never understood why people always felt they had to be near dying people.
Eric: Because I care?
Jess: But you’re alive, why be around death. I’m a corpse you just don’t realise it yet.
Eric: You don’t look like a corpse to me.
Jess: Not yet but in a week I’ll be wormfood.
Eric: Stop talking like that.
Jess: It’s true in a week I’ll be the home to a family of maggots and this is what you want to be around?
Eric: Want to get some coffee?
Jess: What?
(Eric stands up)
Eric: Coffee, do you want to go down the street and get some.
Jess: I’m talking maggots and rotting corpses and you think coffee?
Eric: I though it might help to get out.
(Eric moves towards Jess)
Jess: do I look like I’m dressed to go out?
Eric: You could throw some clothes on.
Jess: You want to see me naked don’t you.
Eric: Come on.
Jess: That’s it isn’t it, you wanna see a tit? Well fine here.
(Jess pulls down her shirt from the neck as Eric turns around)
Eric: Stop it Jess.
Jess: What ? I thought that was what you always wanted.
Eric: Why are you doing this?
(Silence)
Jess: I’m scared. God Eric I’m so scared. I don’t know if I have the strength for this.
(Eric moves behind her in and put his hands on her shoulders)
Eric: Does anyone else know? Does Katie?
Jess: No, no one knows and no one can know. Promise me you won’t say anything until after.
Eric: I don’t kow Jess this is some pretty fucking heavy shit. You look fine. What the hell’s the matter with you?
Jess: You wouldn’t understand
Eric: Understand what? I don’t even know what you’re dieing from.
Jess: I’m ...
Eric: What.
(Jess stands up and sits back on the bed away from Eric)
Jess: Forget it.
Eric: God this is just to fucking surreal. Who the hell knows that in two days they are going to be dead. What aren’t you telling me Jess. You look fine, you look better than fine. Jess
Jess: Just leave it alone Eric.
Eric: Is this what you fucking called me over here for ? To tell me you’re dieing and then to tell me to just leave it alone? Leave it alone? What do you want from me.
Jess: I don’t know. I didn’t know who else to call. I’m so alone Eric. Just hold me please.
Eric: Jess.
Jess: I’m so scared Eric. I don’t know if I’m strong enough for this. I don’t know if I can go through this on my own. But I have to. I just wanted to see you one last time. Please, just, just hold me Eric. Stay with me. Please.
Eric: I can’t fucking believe this. I can’t lose you Jess. You are all I have. That might not seem much to you. You’ve got all the friends in the world but I’ve got no one Jess. You’re all I have and now you tell me you are dieing? You’re going to leave me? Fuck. God, What is happening? You know this is going to kill your parents... and they don’t even know?
(Eric sits back down in the chair)
Jess: It’s not what you think Eric. Nothing’s happened to me. I’m doing this. I’m.... I’m doing this for them. For mom and dad .... and Katie.
Eric: What ?
Jess: (In a monotone voice)I’m going to spend tomorrow with Dad and Mom. Then I’m going to the hospital to spend the next day with Katie. And then, god I’m so scared Eric...... then I’m going to come here, fill the bathtub with ice, cut myself and call the paramedics.
Eric: Oh my god, you’re serious aren’t you. You’re doing this for Katie aren’t you.
Jess: Come on Eric, she’s never going to get a heart. This is the only way. She’s got everything ahead of her and I’ve got nothing. They wouldn’t ever say it but I can tell from their eyes that Mom and Dad wished it was me in the hospital. She’s the one everyone loves. I can’t watch her die and I can’t live knowing mom and dad wished it was me.
Eric: Jess, no stop talking like that. What do you mean you don’t have a thing. You can’t leave me Jess. Not like this. I....
Jess: I know Eric. That’s what makes this so hard.
(silence)
Eric: What?
(Jess looks into erics eyes)
Jess: Same here.
(silence)
Eric: What?
Jess: God you can be so dense sometimes and I love you for it. I love you too Eric. That’s why I wanted you to come. I needed you to know that I loved you too. After all these years.
Eric: You did?
Jess: A girl knows Eric. You should have said something.
(Eric stands up)
Eric: You could have said something too you know.
Jess: I was stupid. It wasn’t until this I realised.
(Eric backs away)
Eric: And now you’re going to piss it all away.
Jess: I’m not pissing it away.
Eric: The hell you aren’t. You are pissing it away. And now this? I do love you Jess. I’ve loved you from the moment I set eyes on you in freshmen chem.
Jess: Hold me Eric please.
(Eric sits down near Jess and hold her)
Eric: I can’t let you do this.
Jess: You have to.
Eric: No, I’m sorry about Katie but this isn’t right. I need you.
Jess: No you don’t and she doesn’t have anymore time. It’s got to be like this. I’m so sorry.
(Eric stands up)
Eric: If you’re going to do this then Katie needs to know.
Jess: No! You can’t tell her Eric. You can’t tell anyone.
Eric: I gotta go.
Jess: No please Eric, stay. I’m sorry
Eric: Fuck that Jess. Not like this. Not this way. You don’t tell me thath you love me and then tell me you’re going to kill yourself. No. I can’t deal with this. I gotta get out of here. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. This shit aint funny.
(Eric Leaves for the door. Jess gets up off the bed and goes to him picking up an envelope from the desk on the way)
Jess: Eric stop, wait. Please do one thing for me. Give this to my parents after. Please
Eric: Fuck that Jess give it to them yourself. I’m not going to have anything to do with this.
(Jess tries to give him a hug but Eric just walks away and out the door. The door slams and jess with her back against is slides down to the floor. Crying)

Story, changed for class and fixed up

2005-04-11T15:09:00.000-05:00

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING LOBBY!” Ya, that might have been a little much. I’m probably out of a job come this Monday, but at this point I just don't care. There is only so much bullshit I can take from a dozen prepubescent girls squealing around my lobby. As if the noise isn't bad enough, so far I've wiped up thee cans of pop, picked up an ungodly number of candy wrappers, and reset the furniture more times than I can count.

A few moments ago, before my humble utterance, they were practicing gymnastics in the center of the lobby. Enough! It's like I'm a farmer and in my barn there are all these lil piglets pissin the hell out of me. I can't wait until they grow up so I can bring them to slaughter and if I do it now I'll get hauled off to jail. So what's left? Yell at them. One of them stuck her tongue out at me.
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LOBBY YOU BITCHES!"

That felt good. A little too good. I can't help but smile as I watch them scurry away with looks of shock spreading from their snouts. I'm guessing that I have all this pent up frustration and it chose now as the right time to let itself out. I should soak it up while I can, because their parents are going to be here any minute yelling at me, expecting their money back. Is it my fault that they have raised the most horrendous herd of piglets this side of the world? Do pigs come in herds? I'll have to look that up when I get home.

Shit, here comes the first one.

If you wonder where I get the pig analogy from, all you need to do is take a look at the mother. About four hundred pounds of steaming fury headed my way.

Now I don't have anything against heavy people. I use to date a girl that was larger and she was absolutely delightful. But the excuse that they are heavy because of genetics is absolutely crap. It's like me saying that I smoke cigarettes because I'm genetically predisposed to it. Sounds stupid, doesn't it? So then why doesn't it sound stupid for the weight challenged? My ex tried to blame it on genetics. I don't buy it. I just had to look in her cupboard and count the bottles of Mountain Dew and bags of Doritos. If that wasn't enough, I could always open the freezer and find the half eaten pints of Ben and Jerry's. On top of that, sitting on the couch while indulging in said items isn't going to make for a fit bum and tight tum.

So when I hear all the excuses along these lines, I don't buy them. Put the fork down, hit the gym, and loose the weight, otherwise stop crying about it and shut up. If you are comfortable being heavy, then great, I applaud you. Our society puts too much emphasis on appearances anyways. But if you aren't, then as I said, shut up and do something about it. It's a topic which irks me to no extent, but I digress.

Momma pig is in search of blood and heading right for me. Thank god I have the front desk between us. Behind her peeking out from the crack of the partly opened pool door stands her precious lil piglet and her giggling companions.

I know I shouldn't do this but at this point there's no turning back. Oh god, I can't believe I'm about to do this. God, If you are up there, I hope you don't take sides with the weight challenged, cause I'm gonna fry for this if you do.

"Who do you think you are?" the challenged woman squealed.

"I'm sorry Mam. Is there a problem?" I responded with a smile. The kind of smile you just want to slap off the face of the front desk clerk when he screws you for top dollar after you’ve been driving for ten hours. Ya, we do it on purpose. Hey, we don't have much power so what little we have, we have to abuse, right?

"Oh you bet your sorry ass there's a problem. My daughter told me you yelled at them and called them, called them.... bitches."

With a gasp I said, "Mam! I would never think of such a thing, which pi.., um which of these beautiful young girls is yours?"

"Carlee!" she wailed, "Come over here"

Carlee trotted over. She was well on her way to becoming her mother. Dressed in a two piece, she was panting by the time she reached the front desk. I couldn't get the two piece out of my mind. Who in their right mind would let their children wear things like that and at what age? I'd say the girl was no more than twelve, thirteen at the most. I'm willing to bet that if we made it mandatory through out the nation that children under the age of 18 be forced to wear 1940's style swimwear that the rate of teenage pregnancies would drop at least in half. It was sick, and I was the one about to be chastised. This woman should be tarred and feathered for promoting indecency.

"Mom?" Carlee asked. Oh she was precious indeed. Those puppy dog eyes and the faint hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"You tell me exactly what this man said to you and the rest of the girls" said momma pig, "Tell me again exactly."

Girls? I didn't see any girls here.

With a smirk on her face, Carlee recited what I had said, "He said get out of my fucking lobby you bitches. Mom, what's a bitch?"
What's a bitch my ass. You know damn well what a bitch is, you bitch. Just then the phone rang. Damn. I was just about ready to unleash. I might lose my nerve now. Now is not the time to lose my nerve.

"If you would just hold on for a moment, I'll take care of this discrepancy after I take this call." I said this in the most rehearsed friendly way possible. I could tell Momma was having a hard time with the word discrepancy. Needless to say, It didn't detract from the steam I noticed rising from her backside as I went to pick up the phone.

I spoke into the phone, "Thank you for calling the Riverside Inn and Suites, where service comes with a smile." Normally I wouldn't have said where service comes with a smile, but I figured that the situation warranted it. I was going to drag this call out as long as possible.

"Yes mam, um, I'm not sure let me check our availability for those dates." I punched a few keys on the keyboard and pulled up the availability chart. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the sow’s stare piercing through me. I could feel my arteries starting to clog and the windows were fogging up. There was this odor in the air that permeated the front desk. It was a familiar odor. I just couldn't place it. What was that odor? Oh ya, summer time, driving down highway 14, the smell of fresh manure in the air. Nothing like the smell of pig shit in the summer. I smirked and at that, heard a gasp but I didn't look up. I kept typing away. If I was going to go out, I was going to go out in style.

"No there seems to be plenty of room on the eighteenth. How many rooms did you want reserved?... Ah yes, I understand I'll do my best to arrange things to get everyone close together."

Momma tried to say something and I raised my finger to cut her short. No not that finger. "Oh of course I understand.... Yes of course. We offer a full continental breakfast that includes waffles, muffins, toast, cereal, juice and milk.... Why thank you. We do our best to provide for our guest’s comfort." With that I looked up and gave momma a big smile. She tried to say something, but I raised the almighty ‘just a moment’ finger of the front desk clerk.

"Okay, now if I can just get your name?" I said into the phone.
You get the picture. Five more minutes and I think I would have heard the sound of sizzling bacon. She was hoppin mad. I hung up, looked up, and offered up my warmest smile.

"I apologize for that. The phone always seems to ring at the most inconvenient of times. Now, where were we?"

"I'll tell you where we were! You were about to apologize to my daughter and give us our money back." I don't think she was very happy.

"I see that there seems to be some kind of problem. Perhaps if you tell me about the nature of the problem, we can remedy it."

Ya, she wasn't getting any happier. She was fuming and I was doing my best to keep my smile from turning into a shit-eating grin. Okay, it was more along the lines of not busting out laughing. As long as I was in this deep, I figured I might as well keep going.

Besides, people now a'days have lost all forms of civility. They let their kids run around how ever they like. They think they can complain themselves into free shit and for once I decided to take the Hollywood way out. I wasn't going to put up with it anymore. I was going to make a stand for all the other front desk clerks out there. Those who were too scared to do anything but flip off the customer under the desk as they walked away. For the desk clerks who take abuse day in and day out for problems they had nothing to do with. For the desk clerks who have become nothing other than glorified slaves pandering to these ungrateful bastards without even the slightest of hint of gratitude. No one these days is willing to speak out for what's right. Well fuck it! I was, even if it meant my job. I just didn't know it would land me in the hospital.

By now I thought the lady was going to have an aneurysm. I couldn't make sense of what she was saying. It was coming out in a gargle of gobly gook. Finally I cut her off and said, "Perhaps if we calm down, we can get to the bottom of this and I can sort things out for you and your little piglets, you sow."

Apparently this isn't what she wanted to hear. The ground shook as she launched herself over the front desk. That's right, launched, airborne, a pig with wings. I think if Newton was here to witness this feat of physics he would have reworked his entire theory, because it would have been physically impossible to match this action with any reaction. Her daughter shrieked, turned white and fell ass backwards in to the recliner. Thank god the recliner was there. I really didn't want to spend the next three weeks in court being sued but I think the hotel's going to need a new recliner. Perhaps we can bill it to Momma here. I'll say one thing, however; the therapists in this world owe me big time because after witnessing her mother hurtle the desk, this girl is in for life.

Before I could say pigs in a blanket, she was standing in front of me, her steamy broccoli flavored breath raising up to meet my eyes. God did they sting. I could barely see through the protective tears which were forming. God, I'm going to go blind, I thought. But I could see well enough to notice a flash of flesh come rippling towards my head. I ducked and felt the weight of the world go passing over my head. The next thing I knew she had my shirt collar in her grubby hoof and was winding up for another swing. Okay, I have to time this right. With that much weight behind it, the inertia alone would pop my head off. Here it came and down I ducked and down I went.

The last thing I remembered was seeing her hoof go flying over my head as the rippling underfat smacked me in the forehead
************************************************************************

“Pull up a chair, we have room for one more.”

I looked around to see where the words were coming from. I was in a small room with a card table in the center. Around the table were three people. Well, two people and a giant bird. I must be dreaming I thought.

“No you’re not dreaming. Come on sit down” Said the Indian. I think he was Indian, but he had six arms and was wearing a loin cloth. Weird, very weird indeed. Next to him was another Indian, but he only had two arms. His belly would have indicated that he should have been the one with six. Fat and bald, he had absolutely no expression on his face what so ever. He just nodded to an empty seat. Across from the two of them was the bird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bird that size before. It was as big as a full grown man. I could see why the two were sitting across from him. The bird just weirded me out.

“I’m not a bird” It spoke! Holy shit this is weird indeed. The hell it isn’t a dream.

“And no this isn’t a dream” and they can read my mind. Okay, how do I get out of here?

“You can’t. Not until we are done playing. The games Texas Hold Em. Deuces are wild. Now sit down.”

Not wanting to argue with a giant bird, I sat, next to the bald guy. There were two more chairs with chips in front of them; I couldn’t wait to see who was going to occupy them.

“As he already said, he’s not a bird. He’s an angel. Michael to be exact. You do know the name don’t you? I hope you stayed awake in Sunday school long enough to remember it. The two other chair spots are for Jesus and Mohammad. Jesus is out on a beer run and Mohammad decided to go see if he could score some weed” said six arms.

“Perhaps as the eternal river runs, we should introduce ourselves to the young man” said baldy.

“You know I can never understand a damn word you’re saying Bubba” said Michael.

“No kidding, and you didn’t have to grow up with him” added, six arms.

“Ahh but a stone unturned, is a stone unearthed” said Bubba.

“Riiiight, but that is a good idea. Let’s have ourselves a formal introduction. Jesus is going to be awhile anyways. Lucifer was having some problems in his brewery. I think Adolph was picking on the imps again, calling them inferior to the rest of the demons and even if Mohammad scores some weed I doubt he’ll be able to hold off smoking it until he gets here so he’ll take forever. So without further a do, I am Shiva” said Shiva, followed by “THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION” in a voice only to be matched by a James Earl Jones voice over. “Sorry I love doing that. You should have seen how the villagers use to scurry back in the day when I did that.” Shiva let out a little giggle and continued, “This here is Buddha but we all call him Bubba. Don’t try to make sense of what he says. He’ll say something just so the people down there can spend eons analyzing what he said, trying to pull meaning out of it. It’s cruel, but damn funny if you ask me. Although I do have to say you humans can be pretty damn creative trying to make sense of his gibberish. Okay, birdy over there”

Michael shot him a quick glare. “You know I use to be lead choir singer for the big man upstairs. I don’t need this abuse” said Michael.

“I know such a pretty songbird you are too” winked Shiva, “Anyways he’s the Angel Michael and you are Mr. Anderson. You hear that Mr. Anderson? That is the sound if inevitability! Sorry, I just loved that movie. I bet you get that a lot don’t you. Would you rather we call you Neo?”

“No John will be just fine” I said. I didn’t have it in me to add the sarcasm that usually came with that. This was just too much.

“So let me get this straight. You, you’re Shiva, god of destruction for a billion plus Indians. You are Buddha, for lack of a better word, god for another couple billion people, and you…” pointing at Michael, “who apparently isn’t a bird, is Michael the arch angel. Two gods and a bird. Sorry, angel. I don’t get it. Anyways, and now we are waiting on the other two gods who represent roughly the rest of the population on earth. I don’t get it, and I don’t buy it.” I said, “Polly wanna cracker” I asked Michael.

“The rolling stone gathers no moss” said Bubba.

“Oh, shut up. Does he do that all the time?” I asked.

“I’m afraid so,” said Shiva. “And I think you hurt Michael’s feelings. Here Michael have a cracker. You know it doesn’t really matter if you don’t buy it and you will eventually get it, but as long as you’re here why don’t you just pretend.”

“No, I want out, and I want out now” I said

“Go ahead, leave” said Shiva.
I looked around. Wonderful, no doors. And then I stopped. Why was I getting all up in a huff? This could be fun. It’s not everyday one hallucinates about meeting Shiva, Buddha and Michael. I wonder if Jesus and Mohammad will actually show up. Hell, let’s have fun with this.

“Now that’s the spirit” I looked around. It didn’t recognize the voice.

“Hey J.C. took you long enough” said Bubba.

Oh so he can actually be coherent. Bubba winked at me as Jesus replied, “Sorry, had to shove a lightning bolt up Hitler’s ass. He just doesn’t get it. I’m thinkin he’ll be workin in the brew house for another two hundred years or so. That is if he isn’t transferred to changing out the papers in the angel house. He’s skating on thin ice. Dad doesn’t like to be kept waiting when it comes to his Guinness. Speaking of which, he said we could hit earth next week and go to Disneyland”

“Nice!” said Shiva “I love Space Mountain”

“Mmmmm pronto pups” said Bubba, letting a lil drool slip out the corner of his mouth.

“Ya, this time I say we hit California. Paris just isn’t the same and just being near all that wine makes my stomach queasy” said Jesus.

“What? It’s been two thousand years. You still off the wine?” asked Bubba.

“Hey you get nailed to a cross, and see what kind of hangover you wake up with” said Jesus.

“No thanks. I prefer to just slip into Nirvana” said Bubba. “The bird when flown spots the worm when grown.”

“Knock it off. You know, I get nailed to that cross to save humanity and look what it’s done since then. God dammit It just irks the hell out of me.” said Jesus.

“Woah, watch it J.C. last time you said God dammit we lost the entire flock of Dodos. Hey hey hey, come on. Lets not start up with that. It was a rotten deal. We all know it but we have cards to play” said Shiva. He winked at Jesus and gave me a quick glance.

“Ya you’re right, besides beer’s better. I gotta figure out a way to get them down there to switch out the wine for beer down there in church” said Jesus. “Is Mohammad here yet?” he asked.

“Nope” said Shiva.

“Weed?” asked Jesus.

“Yup” said Bubba.

“Oh boy” said Jesus,” Michael, why are you so quiet?”

“Johnny there called him a bird” said Shiva.

“Oh” said Jesus.

“I’m not a bird dammit” said Michael.

“Of course not Michael” said Jesus and then to me “He’s a bit sensitive when it comes to that. Be nice to him. He’s a handy guy to have around.”
I just sat there, listening, wondering when I was going to wake up.

This is an excerpt from a much longer story. What happens after is that Mohammad shows up and the party plays cards. During the game it’s comes to light that the main character has a task to perform. What I’m not sure yet I haven’t gotten to that point in the story yet. He’s not too happy about it and the struggle between him trying to do his own thing while being prodded by the gods should make for some good humor. When he comes to, he finds out he’s been in a coma for a month. He’s jobless and since he’s been out of school for a month that’s shot too. Since he has nothing to lose he decides to head out, leaving everything behind. He leaves town on foot and begins walking down the highway. Along the way he runs across an Indian girl who decides to join him on his journey. By the end of the story he has made all sorts of philosophical and societal realizations. He’s accomplished the task that was set aside for him and has died. The last scene is him back in the poker room playing cards with the rest of the deities.

Story

2005-02-06T16:38:00.000-06:00

Ok this, as I have said before, is an extreemly rough rough rough rough draft, unedited, filled to the brim with grammatical and spelling errors. I also am posting them with each addition in sequential order so the new stuff won't be on top. This way if i get a random reader who happens to take the time to read it they can just keep scrolling down and things won't be backwards. I think that's about it. Feel free to leave comments but keep in mind that it's unedited if you decide to leave one.

Thanks,

Solace

Extreme extreme extreme rough draft but....

2005-02-05T13:59:00.000-06:00

If you can actually read your way through this lemme know what you think. Should I just stop right here? Oh and ya it might be a bit offensive but the character as it will turn out is a very compassionate and good hearted person.

Chapter 1 (partial)(rough draft)(i.e. LOTS OF GRAMMATICAL AND SYNTACTICAL ERRORS)

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING LOBY!", ya that might have been a little much and I might be out of a job come this Monday but at this point I just don't care. There is only so much bullshit I can take from a dozen prepubescent girls squealing around my lobby. As if the noise wasn't bad enough, so far I've wiped up thee spilt cups of coffee, picked up an ungodly amount of candy wrappers, and reset the furniture more times than I can count. A few moments ago, before my humble utterance, they were practicing gymnastics in the center of the lobby. Enough! It's like I'm a farmer and in my barn there are all these lil piglets pissin the hell out of me. I can't wait until they grow up to slaughter them and if I do now I'll get hauled off to jail. So what's left? Yell at them. One of them stuck their tongue out at me.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LOBBY YOU BITCHES!"

That felt good. A little too good. I couldn't help but smile as I saw them scurry away with looks of shock spreading from their snouts. I'm guessing that I have all this pent up frustration and it chose now as the right time to let itself out. I should soak it up while I can because their parents are going to be here any minute yelling at me, expecting their money back. Is it my fault that they have raised the most horrendous herd of piglets this side of the world? Do pigs come in herds? I'll have to look that up when I get home.

Shit, here comes the first one. If you wonder where I get the pig analogy from all you need to do is take a look at the mother. About four hundred pounds of steaming fury headed my way.

Now I don't have anything against heavy people. I use to date a girl that was larger and she was absolutely delightful. But this excuse that they are heavy because of genetics is absolutely crap. It's like me saying that I smoke cigarettes because I'm genetically predisposed to it. Sounds stupid, doesn't it? So then why doesn't it sound stupid for the weight challenged? My ex tried to blame it on genetics. I didn't buy it. I just had to look in the shelves and count off the bottles of Mountain Dew and bags of Doritos. If that wasn't enough I could always open the freezer and count the half eaten pints of Ben and Jerries. On top of that sitting on the couch while indulging in said items isn't going to make for a fit bum and tight tum. So when I hear all the excuses along those lines I don't buy it. Put the fork down, hit the gym, and loose the weight, otherwise stop crying about it and shut up. If you are comfortable being heavy then great, I applaud you, our society puts to much emphasis on appearances anyways. But if you aren't then as I said shut up and do something about it. It's a topic which irks me to no extent but I digress.

She was in search of blood and heading right for me. Thank god I have the front desk between us. Behind her peeking out from the crack of the partly opened pool door stands her precious lil piglet and her companions giggling.

I know I shouldn't do this but at this point there's no turning back. Oh god, I can't believe I'm about to do this. God, If you are up there, I hope you don't take sides with the weight challenged cause I'm gonna fry for this if you do.

"Who do you think you are!" the challenged woman squealed.
"I'm sorry mam, is there a problem?" I responded with a smile. The kind of smile you just want to slap off a front desk clerk when they screw you for top dollar after being in the car for ten hours. Ya, we do it on purpose. Hey we don't have much power so what little we have we have to abuse right ?
"Oh you bet your sorry ass there's a problem. My daughter told me you yelled at them and called them , called them.... bitches"
With a gasp I said "Mam! I would never think of such a thing, which pi.., um which of these beautiful young girls is yours?"
"Carlee!" she wailed, "Come over here"
Carlee trotted over. She was well on her way to becoming her mother. Dressed in a two piece, she was panting by the time she reached the front desk. I couldn't get the two piece out of my mind. Who in their right mind lets their children wear things like that at what, I'd say the girl was no more than twelve, thirteen at the most. I'm willing to bet that if we made it mandatory through out the nation that children under the age of 18 be forced to wear 1940's style swimwear then the rate of teenage pregnancies would drop at least in half. It was sick and I was the one about to be chastised. This woman should be tarred and feathered for promoting indecency.
"Mom?" Carlee asked. Oh she was precious indeed. Those puppy dog eyes and faint hint of sarcasm in her voice. This is what women fought so hard for back in the day. ***FIND NAME OF FAMOUS WOMAN"S SUFFRAGEST", would be rolling over in her grave if she saw this. Equal opportunity it would seem to me would fight for just that, not the lowest common denominator.
"You tell me exactly what this man said to you and the rest of the girls" said momma pig, "Tell me again exactly"
Girls? I didn't see any girls here.
With a smirk on her face Carlee recited what I had said, "He said get out of my fucking lobby you bitches, Mom, what's a bitch?"
What's a bitch my ass. You know damn well what a bitch is, you bitch. Just then the phone rang. Damn. I was just about ready to unleash. I might lose my nerve now. Now is not the time to lose my nerve.
"If you would just hold on for a moment. I'll take care of this discrepancy after I take this call" I said in the most rehearsed friendly way possible. I could tell momma was having a hard time with the word discrepancy. Needless to say, It didn't detract from the steam I noticed rising from her backside as I went to pick up the phone.
I spoke into the phone, "Thank you for calling the Riverside Inn and Suites, where service comes with a smile" Normally I wouldn't have said where service comes with a smile but I figured that the situation warranted it. I was going to drag this out as long as possible.
"Yes man, um, I'm not sure let me check our availability for those dates" I punched a few keys on the keyboard and pulled up the availability chart. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her stare piercing through me. I could feel my arteries starting to clog and the windows were fogging up. There was this odor in the air that permeated the front desk. It was a familiar odor, I just couldn't place it. What was that odor? Oh ya, summer time, driving down highway 14, the smell of fresh manure in the air. Nothing like the smell of pig shit in the summer. I smirked and at that, heard a gasp but didn't look up. I kept typing away. If I was going to go out, I was going to go out in style.
"No there seems to be plenty of room on the eighteenth. How many rooms did you want reserved?... Ah yes, I understand I'll do my best to arrange things to get everyone close together"
Momma tried to say something and I raised my finger to cut her short. No not that finger.
"Oh of course I understand.... Yes of course. We offer a full continental breakfast that includes waffles, muffins, toast, cereal, juice and milk.... Why thank you we do our best to provide for our guests comfort." At that I looked up and gave momma a big smile. She tried to say something again but once again I raised the almighty finger of the front desk.
"Ok now if I can just get your name." I said into the phone.
You get the picture. Five more minutes and I think I would have heard the sound of sizzling bacon. She was hoppin mad. I hung up, looked up, and offered up my warmest smile.
"I apologize for that. The phone always seems to ring at the most inconvenient of times. Now, where were we?", I asked.
"I'll tell you were we were! You were about to apologize to my daughter and give us our money back." she said. I don't think she was very happy.
"I see that there seems to be some kind of problem. Perhaps if you tell me about the nature of the problem we can remedy it." I said
Ya, she wasn't getting any happier, she was fuming. I was doing my best to keep my smile from turning into a grin. Ok, it was more along the lines of not busting out laughing. As long as I was in this deep I might as well keep going. Besides people now a'days have lost all forms of civility. They let their kids run around however they like. They think they can complain themselves into free shit and for once I decided to take the Hollywood way out. I wasn't going to put up with it anymore. I was making a stand for all the desk clerks out there. Those who were to scared to do anything but flick off the customer under the desk as they walked away. For the desk clerks who take abuse day in and day out for problems they had nothing to do with. For the desk clerks who have become nothing other than glorified slaves pandering to these ungrateful bastards day in and day out without even the slightest of hint of gratitude. No one these days is willing to speak out for what's right. Well fuck it! I was, even if it meant my job. I just didn't know it would land me in the hospital.

By now I thought the lady was going to have an aneurysm. I couldn't make sense of what she was saying. It was coming out in a gargle of gobly gook. Finally I cut her off and said "Perhaps if we calm down we can get to the bottom of this and I can sort things out for you and your little piglets, you sow"

Apparently this isn't what she wanted to hear. The ground shook as she launched herself over the front desk. That's right, launched, airborne, a pig with wings. I think if Newton was here to witness this feat of physics he would have reworked his entire theory because it would have been physically impossible to match this action with any reaction. Her daughter shrieked, turned white and fell ass backwards in to the recliner. Thank god the recliner was there, I really didn't want to spend the next three weeks in court being sued but I think the hotel's going to need a new recliner. Perhaps we can bill it to momma here. I'll say one thing, however; the therapists in this world owe me big time because after witnessing her mother hurtle the desk, this girl is in for life.

Before I could say pigs in a blanket she was standing in front of me, her steamy broccoli flavored breath raising up to meet my eyes. God did they sting. I could barely see through the protective tears which were forming. God I'm going to go blind, I thought but I could see well enough to notice a flash of flesh come rippling towards my head. I ducked and felt the weight of the world go passing over my head. The next thing I knew she had my shirt collar in her grubby hoof and was winding up for another swing. Ok, I have to time this right. With that much weight behind it, the inertia alone would pop my head off. Here it came and down I ducked and down I went.

The last thing I remembered was seeing her hoof go flying over my head as the rippling underfat smacked me in the forehead. I was out cold.

continued

2005-02-05T13:58:00.000-06:00

“Pull up a chair, we have room for one more”

I looked around to see where the words were comming from. I was in a small room with a card table in it’s center. Around the table were three people. Well, two people and a giant bird. I must be dreaming I thought.

“No you’re not dreaming. Come on sit down” Said the Indian. I think he was Indian but he had six arms and was wearing a loin cloth. Wierd, very wierd indeed. Next to him was another Indian but he only had two arms but his belly would have indicated that he shuold have been the one with six. Fat and bald, he had absolutely no expression on his face what so ever. He just nodded to an empty seat. Across from the two of them was the bird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bird that size before. It was the same size as of a full grown man. I could see why the two were sitting across from him. The bird just wierded me out.

“I’m not a bird” It spoke, holy shit this is wierd indeed. The hell it isn’t a dream.

“and no this isn’t a dream” and they can read my mind. Ok how do I get out of here.

“You can’t not until we are done playing. The games Texas Hold em, deuces are wild now sit down.”

Not wanting to argue with a giant bird I sat, next to the bald guy. There were two more chairs with chips infront of them, I couldn’t wait to see who was comming to occupy them.

“As he already said he’s not a bird, he’s an angel, Michael to be exact. You do know the name don’t you? I hope you stayed awake in sunday school long enough to remember it. The two other chair spots are for Jesus and Mohamud. Jesus is out on a beer run and Mohamud decided to go see if he could score some weed” said six arms.

“Perhaps as the eternal river runs, we should introduce ourselves to the young man” said baldy.

“You know I can never understand a damn word you’re saying Bubba” said Michael

“No kidding, and you didn’t have to grow up with him” added, six arms.

“Ahh but a stone unturned, is a stone unearthed” said bubba.

“Riiiight, but that is a good Idea. Lets have ourselves a formal introduction. Jesus is going to be a while anyways. Lucifer was having some problems in his brewery. I think Adolf was picking on the imps again, calling them inferior to the rest of the demons and even if Mohamud scores some weed I doubt he’ll be able to hold off smoking it until he gets here so He’ll take forever. So without further a do, I am Shiva” said Shiva, followed by “THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION” in a voice only to be matched by a James Earl Jones voice over. “Sorry I love doing that, you should have seen how the villagers use to scurry back in the day when i did that” Shiva let out a little giggle and continued, “This here is Buddha but we all call him bubba. Don’t try to make sense of what he says. He’ll say something just so the people down there can spend eons analyzing what he said trying to pull meaning out of it. It’s cruel but damn funny if you ask me. Although I do have to say you humans can be pretty damn creative trying to make sense of his gibberish, OK birdy over there”

Michael shot him a quick glare. “ You know I use to be lead choir singer for the big man upstairs, I don’t need this abuse” said Michael.

“I know such a pretty songbird you are too” winked Shiva, “Anyways he’s the Angel Michael and you are Mr. Anderson, You here that Mr. Anderson? That is the sound if Inevitability! Sorry, I just loved that movie. I bet you get that alot don’t you. Would You rather we call you Neo?”

“No John will be just fine” I said. I didn’t have it in me to add the sarcasm that usually came with that. This was just too much.

“So let me get this straight. You, you’re Shiva god of destruction for a billion plus indians. You are Buddha, for lack of a better word, god for another couple billion people, and You”, pointing at michael, “ who apparently isn’t a bird, is Michael the arch angel. Two gods and a bird, sorry, angel. What michael do they make you get crackers? I don’t get it. Anyways, and now we are waiting on the other two gods who represent roughly the rest of the population on earth, I don’t get it and I don’t buy it.” I said, “Polly wanna cracker” I asked Michael.

“The rolling stone gathers no moss” said Bubba.

“Oh, shut up, does he do that all the time?” I asked.

“I’m afraid so”, said Shiva “And I think you hurt Michael’s feelings, Here michael have a cracker. You know it doesn’t really matter if you don’t buy it and you will eventually get it but as long as you’re here why don’t you just pretend.”

“No, I want out, and I want out now” I said

“Go ahead, leave” said Shiva.

I looked around. Wonderful, no doors. And then I stopped. Why was I getting all up in a huff? This could be fun. It’s not everyday one halucinates about meeting Shiva, Buddha and Michael. I wonder if Jesus and Mohamud will actually show up. Hell lets have fun with this.

“Now that’s the spirit” I looked around. It didn’t recognise the voice.

“Hey J.C. took you long eonugh” said bubba.

Oh so he can actually be coherent. Bubba winked at me as Jesus replied,

“Sorry, had to shove a lightning bolt up hitlers ass. He just doesn’t get it. I’m thinkin he’ll be workin in the brew house for another two hundred years or so. That is if he isn’t transfered to changing out the papers in the angel house. He’s skating on thin ice. Dad doesn’t like to be kept waiting when it comes to his guiness, Speaking of which he said we could hit earth next week and go to disney land”

“Nice!”, said Shiva “I love space mountain”

“Mmmmm pronto pups” said bubba, letting a lil drool slip out the corner of his mouth.

“Ya, this time I say we hit California, Paris just isn’t the same and just being near all that wine makes my stomach queesy” said Jesus

“What? It’s been two thousand years you still off the wine?” asked Bubba

“Hey you get nailed to a cross, and see what kind of hangover you wake up with” said Jesus

“No thanks, I prefer to just slip into Nirvana” said Bubba. “The bird when flown spots the worm when grown”

“Knock it off, You know I get nailed to that cross to save humanity and look what it’s done since then. God dammit It just irks the hell out of me.” said Jesus.

“Hey hey hey J.C. lets not start up with that. It was a rotten deal, we all know but we have cards to play” said Shiva. He winked at Jesus and gave me a quick glance.

“Ya you’re right, besides beers better, I gotta figure out a way to get them down there to switch out the wine for beer down there in church” said Jesus. “Is Mohamud here yet?” he asked.

“Nope” said Shiva.

“Weed?”asked Jesus.

“Yup” said Bubba

“Oh boy” said Jeus,” Michael why are you so quite?”

“Johnny there called him a bird” said Shiva

“Oh” said Jesus.”I’m not a bird dammit” said Michael

“Of course not Michael” said Jesus and then to me “He’s a bit sensitive when it comes to that, be nice to him, he’s a handy guy to have around”

I just sat there, listening, wondering when I was going to wake up.

I've got another day (for Clayton) - Final (I think)

2005-02-01T17:12:00.000-06:00

The butcher knife hangs
Above the kitchen sink, looming there
An axe, waiting
For the faceless man
To swing

I look at the mirror
In the washroom
The light’s burnt out
No one’s there, just
An outline, a trace
Of what might have been

Is this what Alice saw looking through
Her looking glass?

I have a job to do
One I know so well
Lower the knife, cut
The meat

No expectation of pain
None, nothing left to feel, nothing left
To erase

I am just a smudge
One dirty little smudge left
By the Artist’s eraser, a smudge
That had potential, a smudge
Needing to be erased
To make place for
A better use for this
Space

Stop
Time
No more thinking
Now
Quick

But there it is!
blinding flash
refreshing blast
flowing from the gash

Electrifying
Pain coursing through
grounding me
to reality

I'm ok,
Ok
I've got another day

I see a face forming, my face, reforming
On the canvas of the looking glass
Etch by etch, line
By line
Shadows being shaded in

Wonderland will have to wait
Sorry Alice, but tell the Mad Hatter
That our tea will have to wait
This Humpty's not falling today

No, not today
I've got another day

Shaking
with new born life
Living pain
Birthed in blood
Born from strife

I've got to break away,
Before anyone can see,
From this faint euphoria
Sweeping over me

Another day
One more day, grab
The sink to stop the shaking
I need to clean up the mess

Things to do tomorrow
Have to get to bed

an appointment with my counselor
I better wear a long sleeve shirt
and a poem for my class
nine down, one more to write
the deadline's approaching fast
I think I'll title the next one
I've got another day

Moment of Doubt

2005-01-31T20:57:00.000-06:00

Ok, So I read some poems by Nicole Blackman and I am just riveted when I read them. I think to myself wow, I'll never be able to grab someones brain and twist it around like that. But I will keep working towards that goal.

This has been my moment of doubt.

Longest Time

2005-01-23T04:55:00.000-06:00

For the longest time
I couldn't go back
to the places we shared
to the places we loved

It filled me with fear
It filled me with shame
It filled me with hate
It filled me with blame

For the longest time
I hated you
for telling me to leave
and not telling me to stay

Then one day
my eyes opened up
and saw the hate
for what it was

I hated myself
for making you let go
when I couldn't fight
to do what was right.

....

-Solace

unfinished

Dear T, -draft 2

2005-01-23T03:45:00.000-06:00

Fuck and run
I'm your cheap blow-up doll
Inflate me and love me
when no ones around
Hide me in the closet
when your friends are in town
deflate me when he's around
I'm your pinnochio
with strings
make me dance
A scared little boy
wooden smile
masks a frown
to close to your fire
up like a flash
to be used only once
warm embers
dieing slowly
reduced to ash
swept into your powder case
a flawless face
which was never yours

Angel of Pain

2005-01-23T03:44:00.000-06:00

I continue to sit here
with the ANGEL of PAIN
So sweet is her TORMENT
I can't pull away

It's the FEAR
and the SHAME
that provides the cement
that holds me from going ASTRAY

Mixed with LONLEYness
it festers with such disdain
DISDAIN which hardens without relent
will eventually SEAL me AwAY

-Solace

thoughts

2005-01-23T03:40:00.000-06:00

Tick Tick Tick Tick toc
goes the clock
pounding in my head
as I lie restless in bed

thinking thinking thinking

thoughts which have no end
lost in a world of pretend
the cat scratching at the door
anchoring me to the floor

looking for some blood to drain
but it was washed away last night in the rain
so pale I'm invisible where I stand
on this cracked land

surrounded by burnt flakes of skin
floating around me in a whirlwind of sin
is there any hope for heaven
when God's just stoked the oven?

Tick Tick Tick Tick toc
goes the clock
pounding in my head
as I lie restless in my bed

thinking thinking thinking

-Solace

Thunderheads

2005-01-23T03:30:00.000-06:00

Thunderheads rolling in
denying the clear blue
flashes streaking through
illuminating the truth within

I gather up the raindrops
to save for a rainy day
but with the current sweaping us away
what's a raindrop suppose to stop?

It's been to long since the sun's made itself known
It's been gone for forever and a day
and the beauty of the world has turned to shades of gray
reflecting ashen faces, marching towards their tomb

never in step, but still in line
something up high catches my eye
shimmering, glimmering, falling from the sky
I stop, look up, step out of line

Splashing blinding, it hits my eye
cleansing, showering, washing me
it's set me completely free
to witness the colors passing by

I let my raindrops run free
to wash everything away
even the shades of gray
give way to the colors surrounding me

I keep a few raindrops just for that rainy day
when the thunderheads roll in
but no more is there fear within
just the anticipation of a brand new day

-Solace

(work in progress)

***note***take out tiny sized words?***

2nd Grade

2005-01-23T03:27:00.000-06:00

so cold
so alone
deep inside my head

so bold
crack the bone
I think I might have bled

never told
never shown
raped me in his bed

so cold
so alone
filled me with empty dread

so cold
so alone
such trust, now dead

so cold
so alone
only safe inside my head

so cold, so cold, so cold
I'll always be alone....

-Solace

Cigarettes and a Phone

2005-01-23T03:25:00.000-06:00

I pick up the phone and dial your number
Why?
I don't know
There's no reason

It must be habitual
like reaching for a cigarette
I know I'll regret
But I reach for it anyway
and push the numbers on my phone

You pick up
I inhale
We talk
I exhale
We hang up
I flick the cigarette away

The same bad taste lingers in my mouth
But only for a little while
Until it fades away
Letting addiction pick up
Where habit left off

-Solace

Wannabe

2005-01-23T03:19:00.000-06:00

Just a wannabe
trying to be free
wanna be inspired
sick of being tired
so I take my drugs
but there aren't enough plugs
to fill the last hole
so out seeps the soul
that I try so hard to hide
scared to confide
in you
so you flew
away
to someone who wouldn't stray
from path to path
he makes you laugh
so you can forget about me
who's just a wannabe
crawling around
on the ground
a slug
searching for a drug
to get wired
to be inspired
to fill what I lack
to get back on track
to get you back
but it slams me to the rack
exposing what I am
a complete sham
the answer's so clear
but I'm blinded by the fear
of losing what I've already lost
and at what cost
does it have to be
that I'll finally see
I have to be me
not a wannabe

-Solace

Pleasure and Pain

2005-01-23T03:16:00.000-06:00

pleasure and pain are two coexisting notions one cannot exist without the other some feel pleasure in the presense of pain while others feel pain in the presense of pleasure without pain there can be no pleasure without pleasure there can be no pain it is the essense of what drives our actions our concience our soul choose what you will I choose ....

sin

2005-01-23T03:07:00.000-06:00

feel the sensual bliss
lips across your skin
fingers brush your lips
eyes staring deep within

eyes to eyes
fingers to fingers
gentle whispers
of such sweet lies

lips to lips
skin on skin
the curve of your hips
such heavenly sin

-solace

Waste

2005-01-23T03:02:00.000-06:00

Troubled times surround the young and the old
what's happening now, fails to take hold

Caught up in the future or trapped in the past
they forget that life, passes too fast

In the blink of an eye they're at the end
and it's to late to make amends

So plan for the future and learn from the past
but live for the moment and it won't be surpassed

-Solace

Reckoning

2005-01-23T03:00:00.000-06:00

The hour approaches
when the reckoning must occur
The heart shatters
and the lonliness is pure

A new era is born
filled with unanticipated prospects
A heart once torn
mended by time's fabled antics

Still a piece left behind
holds memories so bold
to remember and remind
me of the great loves of old

-Solace

Confusion

2005-01-23T02:59:00.000-06:00

Confusion
twisting around
the one true path

Confusion
clouding over
the guiding light

Confusion
withering away
the clarity of mind

Confusion
tearing apart
the steadfast heart

-Solace

My Writing

2005-01-23T01:19:00.000-06:00

This is where I'm going to be posting all my writings. Poems, shortstory, what not.

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2001-07-21T00:44:00.002-05:00

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