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Here under the bedcovers, furry beast that I am, snuggled up in a ball, there is a certain cuteness~ like a cheeky chipmunk nestled in its burrow. The fact that I am a 260lb hitman does not easily segue into this tale, unless you consider the vast unseen underground, where predators lurk beyond the cute facade. Sweet dreams!!

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.20.2013 @ 3:11 pm

Our perception only ever really takes in the present~ the stimulus of our immediate surroundings… a mumbling old man may once have been a skilled circus performer, a pioneering brain surgeon or an inventor of something that is now considered essential to daily life, but often as not, his ramblings will be taken with a pinch of salt as the immediate truth of what stands before you eclipses the faded reality of his heyday.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.16.2013 @ 3:24 pm

Never mind about the children, they were already damaged~ abused before they came here… calling it a care home was more along the lines of ‘being taken care of’… now they could serve their country, by being photographed in compromising positions with distinguished gentlemen, giving the political leverage necessary to ensure the wheels of the weapons industry could keep turning a profit.

If only this were fiction, not British history… Elm Guest House

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.15.2013 @ 4:26 pm

So many times I’d been there to help out, waking the household up for school, making breakfast and generally ensuring the welfare of the loved was adequately tended~ turned out that my kindness was but a weakness and no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. Perhaps Thatcher was right after all, the rusty hag.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.10.2013 @ 3:14 pm

Life as a Harlem Hustler required a few modifications to get the most out of your auto~ a makeshift sling, screwed haphazardly into the plastic of the dashboard made an ideal holster for ole faithful~ the baseball bat that had hit more than home runs.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.10.2013 @ 1:53 am

Ancient stones, thrashing waters and grinding gears all led to this, but the real poetry came when the flour bomb erupted on the side of his head.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.07.2013 @ 2:06 am

Tucked away, not many folk knew of this relic that was essential to the cities growth~ huge walls, still towering despite their decay, though mostly eclipsed by greedy vines, vying for status by climbing on the shoulders of another’s greatness, whilst slowly sucking the minerals out of the mortar which held this ancient reservoir together.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.04.2013 @ 2:50 pm

In the mirror, it looked like a bagel, crammed with cream cheese~ perhaps not as appetizing though.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.03.2013 @ 3:31 pm

All that we are, everything we know, past, present and future is all fabricated~ we know not by who or how, but everything is manufactured in some shape or form, from the zygotic dawn of life, to the towering edifices of our cities and the probes we send into the cosmos, searching for further evidence of our creator.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 04.01.2013 @ 3:17 pm

Advertising revenue, that’s what counted here~ though many sales are secured by promotion of a positive lifestyle; sunshine, beach balls, rollerblades, gleaming teeth, glowing skin, too much comfort led to stagnation; the insecurities that fuelled the purchasing masses were better manipulated through fear, plague, famine, pestilence~ Jesus is the biggest brand ever in consumer culture~ sacrifice is virtue.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.30.2013 @ 4:54 pm

The podium today was mighty relaxed… the medals being handed out where sent from the heavens, and hung wherever there was exposed skin~ where traditionally, bronze was the lowliest of achievements, here the roles were reversed and the darkest hue was testament to a winning combination of vitamin D and decadent laziness.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.28.2013 @ 5:12 pm

It was raining outside, but warm… the kind of weather that can swing a party from so-so to great, as long as you brought a swimming costume~ that’s all by the by though~ the rain was (and indeed parties) were not to Roz’s liking, so she set about attacking the house with a vacumn cleaner. Little did she know the havoc she was wreaking on the poor dust mites~ with their accelerated life cycles and diminutive bodies, the greedy nozzle was the equivalent of a 100 year storm, a tornado that on a human scale would swallow a cathedral.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.27.2013 @ 4:48 pm

Waiting, waiting, waiting, nothing, no sign of life, none of the usual machine gun popping and warm smells… life can be so empty, like a pan full of kernels that just won’t pop and choose to burn instead… calamity has its place, but the kitchen ain’t it.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.25.2013 @ 5:20 pm

Plips and plops… these sounds evoke scenes of scientists and oscilloscopes with chaotic waveforms~ no regularity or harmony, but still a certain ambience. Man had only discovered them in the 20th century and was all too keen to find their source, listening intently for signs of life deep within the cosmos, to satiate curiousity of the universes mysteries and end the loneliness inherent to a race with too much intelligence.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.24.2013 @ 5:21 pm

It had been a long day and it was beginning to take its toll~ the peaty soil was saturated by the constant lashing rain and Brians fingers had lost all feeling… still he forged on, as the task in hand was too huge to procrastinate on.

As the body flopped into the watery pit, Brians temper flared once more as a trickle entered his boots.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.23.2013 @ 4:20 pm

Years of pressure, a slow anticipation mounting over millenia, constriction choosing the fate of it’s prisoners… as the sirens sounded and the plunger was pressed, all these tensions were blasted away and daylight shone on those held captive.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.14.2013 @ 5:07 pm

The room was filled to the brim with silence~ the crowd had so much potential for laughter, chatter, or as an angry mob, but everyone was transfixed, a mixture of anticipation and awe suspending them in a state of calm, focused only on outside stimulus as it lay before them.

Many years later, those present at the performance would still recall it with startling clarity, such was the magnitude of the awe at what had been conjured that day, almost seared into the memory, like a branded cow, scarred for evermore.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 03.01.2013 @ 3:31 pm

Though his face was youthful and radiant, his soul was intensely weathered~ you never quite knew how he held it together, like a shard of rock, clinging stubbornly to the home it had known for millennia, poised like a fledgling nervous of it’s first flight.

One more winter and he might crack, or he might cling on as the generations passed.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 02.20.2013 @ 2:52 pm

I will not comply, that was the clear thought that Herman had that day as he ambled in the sunshine, I will make my own rules and be damned with em.

Lurking in the shadows, a salesman was ready to exploit this recklessness, pitching with the charm of a honey dipped magician. Things went extremely well throughout, and the close came swiftly and smoothly, without objection… except when it came to signing the line~ without hesitation, Herman threw the pen into the bushes and skipped off, cackling manically.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 02.07.2013 @ 2:56 pm

As he sat there, in the darkness, drifting through realms of consciousness, it finally came to him~ all these voices he had been hearing were the prayers of the souls confused by the scale of the universe he had created. He paused for a moment, to think of his achievements… not bad for a drop out, but still just a trifle compared to some of the greater architects of his race.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 02.05.2013 @ 4:19 pm

Smooth, fluid and gently flowing, this was the key; though these words suggest a degree of tenderness, the act of riding a motorcycle in circles on a wall of death required plenty of grit to match.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 02.04.2013 @ 6:48 am

Sitting here, with a room full of telephony equipment, surrounded by colleagues equally engaged in absorbing the negative energies of a full week of complainants, the slow drain of the human soul is a tangible feeling, as if a nest of vampires is feeding. The true murder here is the ticking of the second hand on the clock, as the weekend approaches, giving a tantalising taste of life outside the cage.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 02.03.2013 @ 3:13 am

He lay there, on the verge of spasming, whilst all the while laughing uncontrollaby… you have to wonder about the human nerve systems that make them so susceptible to tickling

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 02.02.2013 @ 1:21 am

The cruel elements showed no mercy~ the driving rain lanced angrily at any exposed flesh, disappointed by it’s inability to pierce, but determined to penetrate into the souls of those insolent enough to pass through here. Doubtless its rage stemmed from the inferiority it felt due to it’s fleeting inability to change the features of the landscape with the same majesty as the ice which had passed before.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 01.31.2013 @ 3:57 pm

Sleep was a rare luxury that week… much as the earth is a lonely soul in the crowded room of the universe, their vessel was getting on for 800 miles from their nearest neighbour, and with seas like this, their bones ached from supporting the pendulous forces on their water rich flesh. The swell was reaching 40ft at times, and the only way through was to ride it out, lest hell came from high water.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 01.31.2013 @ 3:12 am

Innocence, that was what she professed, but it was a calculated innocence, worked into the routine so as to trigger primal impulses common to the majority of men~ that baby faced look, that put them off guard, ready to be just another victim.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 01.29.2013 @ 3:33 pm

Strange… if boffins had described the physics behind its path through the air, things would soon become boring~ if you saw Elvis on his death throne, the peanut would become sinister, but here and now the arc the peanut travelled from a deft flick, before plopping satisfyingly into Leon’s mouth was certainly cool, if only for his leather jacket.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 01.27.2013 @ 3:41 pm

Though wholly at random, the transit of the car over the cobbles had a certain musical rhythm to it, combined with the muffled screams from the boot, it was like some kind of macabre opera

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 01.23.2013 @ 11:26 am

In light of what had been done, the only option was to erase all trace of the operation no mean feat when so many people were involved, and so many more were curious as to the motives. Those that saw fit to destroy the twin towers as a means of justifying war and perpetuating their trade in weapons will one day face justice… beware Marvin Bush, for Bertha Champagne will be vindicated and destroy your lies.

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 01.19.2013 @ 11:17 am

At any point in time, you are at the centre of a sphere~ the sphere has endless textures, temperatures, flavours and outcomes, all interlinked like the roots of a tree; when you choose to make a decision, you are following one of these roots to the centre of the next sphere

Posted By jivehoneyjive On 01.17.2013 @ 3:43 pm