Thursday, March 17, 2011

And Now A Relatively Simple Cypher

there are two marbles swimming in the milky whites of my irises, though i'm unsure how white they are at the moment.  in fact, i know for certain that one of them is polluted with a crimson spot that i cannot explain.  the marbles themselves are color-changing, green when they need to be, blue when they have to be, but otherwise some shade of fire-rimmed teal, impure with speckles of black and gold.  at any given moment these marbles are active, unconsciously working from rote.  the only break they get is when you pull down the shades and bathe them in darkness, but even then the marbles still are turned on, only now they're facing something relatively opaque.  currently, my marbles are enduring a dry spell, ravaged by an inferno of questionable origin.

is there a greater joy to life than chopping up onions and potatoes?  the chopping itself isn't the joy, but when combined with a little garlic, some salt & pepper, a splash of oil, and frying pan on a hot stove, then the joy is born.

i nicked my lip the other day when i was raking the sharp thing across my face.  the act of deforestation is a task that generates odd sensations at the bottom of my toes.  when the rain comes later, it helps cool the burning flames of hewing down thousands of tiny, tiny trees.  applying a liberal coating of tincture works wonders as well.

it's been almost a month since i last finished a novel.  life is bee-like, life is snail-like.

01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01111001 01101111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01100001 01100011 01110100 01110101 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 00100000 01100010 01101111 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101110 01110110 01100101 01110010 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00111111 00100000 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100111 01110011 00100000 01100001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01101111 01101110 01100101 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01111010 01100101 01110010 01101111 01100101 01110011 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01110011 01110101 01100011 01101000 00100000 01100001 00100000 01110111 01100101 01100001 01101011 00100000 01110011 01100101 01101110 01110100 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 00101110

sometimes my computer works on overtime.  the creative blood flows through its components, but its output lacks panache.  still, i can't help but idle at its keyboard and make something.

i've been thinking about starting another blog, one focused on the memory verses that i'm learning.  ideally, i'd post the memory verse and my thoughts about it, which would mean one post per week.  decisions.

there is a new piece of flash fiction scheduled for tomorrow.  i had a different serial i was going to do, one that's already completed, but instead i'm holding off on that one for a while.  for those of you who care.

5 comments:

Mattson Tomlin said...

Looking forward to it!

I hear you on the snail-likeness. I feel like December up until now has been crawling, and suddenly I have the energy to speed everything back up to 1000% speed again.

David Wagner said...

"Life is bee-like, life is snail-like."

Loved that line.

logankstewart said...

@Mattson: Indeed, friend. Indeed.

@Dave: Thank you. It's the truth.

Okie said...

you're right...that is a lot of 1s and 0s for something so simple. :)

logankstewart said...

@Okie: Ha, yeah it is. I can't imagine someone doing that without a computer. But, then, logically, there really wouldn't be much of a need for binary...