They call her love, love, love, love, love.
Love goes by no name, as much as it goes by all names.
Love is the embodiment of pain, love is the reason for life.
Love is...
Everything, and nothing.
x
Jake
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Inklings
"I'm your friend even if I try to lick you!" My baby brother giggles trying to lick my face off.
Even as I write this he is lip-synching to Dancing Choose by T.V. On the Radio - though he's really just moving his mouth. As he does this he is twiddling with my retainer and keeps sticking his face into mine hugging me and blowing chocolate filled breath at me.
And I couldn't be happier.
Because kids bring out the best in a person. :)
Even as I write this he is lip-synching to Dancing Choose by T.V. On the Radio - though he's really just moving his mouth. As he does this he is twiddling with my retainer and keeps sticking his face into mine hugging me and blowing chocolate filled breath at me.
And I couldn't be happier.
Because kids bring out the best in a person. :)
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Tornado
The door rattled, seemingly premature, the frailty of the structure grasped with invisible, flailing hands towards the two boys.
"Stay put! Lie on the ground! Heads down!"
The older gentleman grunted, satisfied at the acceptance of his authoritative ordering.
Eyes locked on the grimy window, casting a murky light through a small section of the shack. The funnel touched ground at the very moment a deafening crack of thunder sounded, sending echoes resounding throughout the room.
"Nature pulls itself away from it's glass shroud of invisible peace and threatens man...strives...to kill those that have brought no damnation onto this earth."
He slammed his clenched fist onto the wall, accompanied by small whimpers from the younger boy, reacting from the sudden action.
In one motion the man pushed himself off of the wall down to the ground beside the door, hurriedly applying small pieces of wood scrap to the edges, in a futile attempt for some extra stability.
His neck craned back as his bloodshot eyes widened, behind the dirt and grime on the weathered glass of the window, a towering column of blackness spun with wild abandon. With resounding booms and cracks of debree the window shattered, pierced by a stop sign, the top of the dull red octagon embedded itself in the far wall of the shack.
Screams emanated from the two boys cracked lips as glass shards were sent careening around and onto their thin bodies.
The man followed his gaze from the sign to the two children, with a defeated stare as he noticed their shaking shoulders, trying to hide their fear from their father, their father who could do anything... He brought his eyes up to the splintered remains of the window, then outside, as a blackness so deep, and so powerful overtook the house--
"I can't--" The man yelled as the wind was knocked out of him, his body thrown against the ground, and with the last of his energy he pulled himself over the small bodies.
And as prayers were frantically spit out, the door, seperating humanity from nature, slammed against the wall, broke off of it's screeching hinges, and was pulled into the swirling blackness of the tornado that was now upon them...
"Stay put! Lie on the ground! Heads down!"
The older gentleman grunted, satisfied at the acceptance of his authoritative ordering.
Eyes locked on the grimy window, casting a murky light through a small section of the shack. The funnel touched ground at the very moment a deafening crack of thunder sounded, sending echoes resounding throughout the room.
"Nature pulls itself away from it's glass shroud of invisible peace and threatens man...strives...to kill those that have brought no damnation onto this earth."
He slammed his clenched fist onto the wall, accompanied by small whimpers from the younger boy, reacting from the sudden action.
In one motion the man pushed himself off of the wall down to the ground beside the door, hurriedly applying small pieces of wood scrap to the edges, in a futile attempt for some extra stability.
His neck craned back as his bloodshot eyes widened, behind the dirt and grime on the weathered glass of the window, a towering column of blackness spun with wild abandon. With resounding booms and cracks of debree the window shattered, pierced by a stop sign, the top of the dull red octagon embedded itself in the far wall of the shack.
Screams emanated from the two boys cracked lips as glass shards were sent careening around and onto their thin bodies.
The man followed his gaze from the sign to the two children, with a defeated stare as he noticed their shaking shoulders, trying to hide their fear from their father, their father who could do anything... He brought his eyes up to the splintered remains of the window, then outside, as a blackness so deep, and so powerful overtook the house--
"I can't--" The man yelled as the wind was knocked out of him, his body thrown against the ground, and with the last of his energy he pulled himself over the small bodies.
And as prayers were frantically spit out, the door, seperating humanity from nature, slammed against the wall, broke off of it's screeching hinges, and was pulled into the swirling blackness of the tornado that was now upon them...
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