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Partial State of Undress (6)

April 11, 2012

Dreamer woke up with a palm pressed against his mouth. his lips tasted something alkaline, to the point of being bitter. he smelled what seemed like his favorite hand cream. The room smelled of burned cigarette butts.

His back felt like being plastered to the bed with sweat. between his legs, he felt something cold, icky and creamy.

He heard a deep panting, a loud snore, and the thrall of two electric fans. It was dark, so dreamer couldn’t see a thing, he prayed for light and a passing car illuminated the environment to show a large figure attached to the hand shutting his mouth. it was wearing a white shirt, had scruffy hair and a sweaty face, the most important fact was that it was looming on him. He struggled.

“It’s just me!”, The person whispered.

And before the light left the room, he noticed it was Catch. Dreamer removed the hand that shut his mouth and brought it to his own sweaty chest.

“What are you doing?” Dreamer asked.

“Um, well…” Catch looked to his left, looking for a way to explain.

“Well?”

“You were having a nightmare, and you were groaning. I covered your mouth to stop you from waking up the whole house.” Catch replied.

“Yeah, I kinda remember now.”

“You want water?”

“No, I’m fine.”. Dreamer positioned his arms to help him sit up.

Catch reached around Dreamer’s back and helped him up.

“Your shirt’s wet. i should get you a fresh one.”

“It’s fine, thank you.” Dreamer smiled at Catch.

Catch kissed Dreamer in the forehead, and sat properly beside him. He extended his arm around Dreamer’s neck, positioning it comfortably. “Wanna tell me about your nightmare?”

“It was really weird. I’d been bird-watching at a mountainside. It was beautiful. Filled with light, sounds, and life”

Catch raised his eyebrow. “You were scared of birds? that’s new.”

Dreamer play-punched Catch’s side. “When did that ever happen? weirdo.”

Catch laughed. “okay, go on, don’t let me bother your horror flick. what happened next?”

“Then I heard this scary cawing sound. I searched the area with binoculars-” Dreamer cut himself, “-No, an SLR camera!”

“Wow, nice dream so far.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dreamer laughed.

“Go on, don’t leave me hanging!” Catch nudged.

“Well, where was I? Oh yeah. As I scanned the area with my <italic>digital</italic> SLR camera, the trees started shedding their leaves, the sounds of nature started quieting down, and the winds came to a stop. It started to grow dark as well.” Dreamer sighed. He reached for his pack of cigarettes on the headboard, and lit a stick, he continued as he puffed:

“Then I saw this man sitting on top of a bare and lifeless tree. He sat there looking to his side. He wore a blue shirt and white pants.He then traced a line from his neck, down to his navel. and as he did that, his shirt started getting ripped, and change color – From blue to red!”

Catch frowned slightly. “Another boy in your dream? you cheat.”

Dreamer laughed. “I was only looking. I didn’t touch him. Nothing happened. ”

Catch slapped the boy’s head and laughed as well.

“Moving on, he face changed expressions as well. from being peaceful and calm, to angry. Very, very angry. I don’t know why, but I got so scared, and I stopped looking at the camera. I lowered it down,and looked at the tree again. It was them that I saw him, literally a few inches from my face. I was so scared. It was then that I woke up, and you were ganging up on my mouth.”

Catch showed interest up until the last statement, which was when he looked down. Dreamer noticed this and raised an eyebrow.

“Why were you doing that anyway? Shouldn’t you be waking me up or something?”

“Ah! that’s the thing. I told you to wake up. Then you started groaning louder.”

Dreamer shook his head. “Your trail of logic still doesn’t make sense. Why were you pressing down on my mouth?” It was Dreamer’s turn to notice something else. “Where’s your short? why aren’t you wearing shorts?”

Catch took Dreamer’s cigarette and puffed, as he blew smoke towards the window he said: “You’re not wearing shorts too.”

Dreamer looked under the sheets and saw the same state of undress as Catch. He remembered the icky feeling between his butt cheeks.

“You prat! you were doing me while I was having a nightmare?!” Dreamer now punched Catch’s chest, the play part removed.

“I thought you were awake, or at least close to being awake! You were moaning for heaven’s sake!”

“I was groaning because of a nightmare!”

Catch laughed. Dreamer laughed too.

“Horny prat.”

“deep sleeper.”

dreamer – chapter five

catch – chapter four

friend – chapter three

books – chapter two

the next day – chapter one

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What People See, and What They Don’t

January 1, 2012

People see what they want to see
and are blind to what they don’t.
Often I think what makes us men
is the capacity to make shallow judgements
without cognitive basis,
without ethics.
 
People hear what they think should be heard
and are deaf to opposing thoughts,
It is this trait that makes us cannibals,
to each others’ flesh.
without choice cuts,
without concern.
 
People touch only what they think they can,
and are abhorred by those they can’t.
I believe this makes us civilized.
 calling those that conform
normal, and those that aren’t as ab-,
without consideration,
without fail.
 

H A P P Y  N E W  Y E A R  !

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This really makes a lot of sense when you put it that way.

December 31, 2011
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All I Want For Christmas Round 2

November 26, 2011

Santa Claus is coming to town. Christmas time, It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas is sharing, I am so excited about it.

A fellow blogger is hosting again a bloggers Christmas exchange gift. I really had fun last year… Ooops and Yeah I want to do it again. Thanks to PM for another great idea. So here we go 🙂

Dear Santa I’ve Been Good Wish List

Something small: leather wallet

Something big: Jansport backpack

Something cute: earphones

Something soft: pillow

Something techie: 1 TB Portable Hard Drive

Something fancy: a nice wristwatch

Something (insert your favorite color): black

Something wearable: medium GAP shirt ha-ha

Something you need: iPhone case(s) – an angry bird design or any minimalist design

Something you can use for work: starbucks tumbler =)

Something sweet: M & M’s Chocolate !!!

Dear Santa I’ve Been Good and I really, really, really want an iPad

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the next day – chapter one

September 19, 2011

he was freezing from the wind caused by hurtling cars and motorcycles. the night sky was barely visible, the only lights were dying stars and tungsten streetlamps. with him was a backpack and inside it was a review book. he had an exam the next day.

why was he going to a party tonight then?

this other guy was sleeping, and it was not his bed, not his room. his face nestled in a white wall. he crunched up, in a fetal position, covered by white sheets. his head resting on a soft white pillow. outside had been very humid. inside the room, it was – fine. he had with him a dream, a sort of excitement. he was to start his first job the next day.

why wasn’t he at his own house then?

another guy is sitting at the back of a car, his friend’s car, who’d been driving. he just woke up, eager to fetch a long time friend he’d never met. he only had a white shirt, a cap. he was in his boxers. It was freezing cold inside the car, but he was warm. a lot of thoughts had been racing through his head, he was excited for his friend, but he wasn’t really interested. he had another guy in mind; they were supposed to meet the next day.

why was he fetching someone else then?

this last guy, for now, had been reading. browsing through the internet. he had a lot of plans, a lot of dreams, he was excited. he just caught the man of his dreams, and he was here, sleeping beside him. he was finalizing plans of a move they were to undertake several weeks from that day, and he thought of making it their dream cove. he had nothing to do the next day.

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and so i dreamed.

September 16, 2011

after the scourging heat of the summer solstice has passed,

you want the flower to bloom for you.

the one you left drying in the sun — your greenhouse effect.

will it be too late by then, for the petals could’ve fallen to the ground

and nourished another life form,

or be another life form itself,

rising from its ashes like a fierce phoenix reborn?

we can never tell.

we can never tell.

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my love

September 6, 2011

if you like great coffee, add me for sugar
and if you’re a bee, I’d collect your honey
if you’re a rose, I’d make your sweet petals
As fragrance for your shapely appearance

if you’re a song, I want to join the chorus
if you’re a guitar, make me one of the chords
“no strings attached”, to be with you is enough

if you’re a keyboard, allow me to hit enter
and not shift or delete, nor the end or escape
for me to be inside your home

if you’re a jockey, choose me for your stallion
if that sounds a mockery, I’d enjoy the role surely

if you belong to me
yes if only you belong to me
i’d dispose of the things old and few
coz by now you make everything brand new.