Isn't she lovely?

Isn’t she lovely?
a mistress of wonder
beckoning you with a smile
and a promise
…
Maybe she knows what love is
…
She must, after all,
what with those shining eyes
and dancing tongue
Admit it…you’re curious
…
What do you know anyways?
…
You used to pray didn’t you?
every night by your window
just knowing they heard you
and cared
…
Who are you now?
…
Close your eyes, then
she’ll take you by the hand
and whisk you away
towards shining teeth and fiery eyes
…
…
…
Truth was always a bitch

Way to go, self

I wonder if anyone still traffics this place...we've allowed the dust to pile up and block our entrances.

Way to go, school. Way to go, life.

Way to get in the way.

Ever

Searching ever
for a way
to never,
never
leave this ever-
Thinking now
about forever,
searching ever
for what never
was meant to last
for forever.
Ties be severed
friends forever
Never, never
forget forever.

i should be ashamed

oh my jesus, kids....

its been freaking forever... i am sorry indeed to have neglected thee, o beautiful archetypal mishaps! as of late, i have no new material to share, but the school year is young, yet...i'm sure the ever-mounting stress levels that 5 ap classes inevitably raindown upon my raw and beaten soul will give me something to pour out into something beautiful and creative at some point in the near future...oh, and thanks for the music, chase, you rock my socks...yeah...so now everyone knows beastie's not dead, now...either in the literal or metaphorical sense...annnnywaaaaysss...i'll be posting soon...in fact, i've got a couple of ideas roaming about aimlessly in the old thinker right now...i just have to be quick enough to catch them...cheeri-o, chums, cheeri-o!

~Beast

New iPod!?

http://www.computerworld.com
and search Ipod Touch

Or go to apple's site.

http://www.apple.com/ipodtouch/

So anyone else see the new iPod? Woo, I'm there...well, after I gte up some money and go to college....so I'm there in a year or so.

But it is very nice, like the iPhone but cheaper and better.

Yeah.

Peace, love, and audio stimulation.

Happy School Peeps!

So, it sucks that we're going back to school. But not really, because I'm bored of sumer.

How were your first days?

Traits

So there was a war and 'God' lost.

...

We're all screwed, I think.

I'm not even sure who won the thing. You? Me? The populace? Some greater evil dwelling around the Earth's melting core?

But I can take a guess:

All of those things were victorious; they each grabbed the deity and kicked him around. They each tore apart a piece of the Good in the world and stomped out what little bit of Hope was left.

They are each of them the same--

"No question now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which."

--Animal Farm

Pigs or devils, it matters not. We share the traits of both.

Just Chekin' In

Hey everyone! How have your summer's been? Has anyone done the summer reading? And, if so, did you enjoy it? I just finished up Poisonwood, and feel like I read a two hundred page epilogue. O well, onto bigger and more difficult assignments...

Has anyone read anything terrific lately? I'm searching for something not fantasy...

I hope you are all well!

Peace, Love, and Awkward First Meetings,
cb

the music

hello all sorry to post so late...

it was i who put up the music. anyone can add anything they want to it.

go to

projectplaylist.com


username: archetypal mishaps

password: writer07



add whatever you want, delete whatever you want and let me know when you want it updated on here!

Tunes, games, and email.

Oh my. Let's get some Spoon on that playlist. And some Radiohead. And how about The Arcade Fire? Ambulance Ltd? Beck? Wilco?

Freaking YES, music....I'm a happy camper.

Beatn Fun

Hello all! Sorry to get back to you so late about the outing! I am free all week if anyone wants to do it. email me or call. liljazzgig@comcast.net ask my # through there =)

Rohypnol

Her hair was unkempt. Not always, just that night. Her breath smelled of whiskey, and her smile was quick to tell that she had just a bit too much to drink.
Perfect, he thought. He knew what came next. "Let's get out of this dive," he whispered, leaning in so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke.
She looked up at him, giggling a little. "I do believe you're making a pass at me..." She slurred her words, just a bit. She batted her heavily made-up eyelashes.
"And if I am?" He knew this song and dance, had done it too many times to count. "Come on, sweetie, let's go..." He pulled her up out of her seat, taking the drink he had bought her earlier out of her hand and throwing it away. "I want to get to know you better" he whispered.
She laughed at him, but she began to walk. "Okay, cowboy, you take me home..." The room was spinning, and she began to think that the last drink may have been a tad too strong, but decided to go anyway. He was cute, she thought, and she deserved a night of fun.
He unlocked the door to his apartment with one hand, and unbuttoned her blouse with the other. She was kissing his neck, tearing his shirt off. Her head felt different, fuzzy.
He got her shirt off and pushed her onto the bed.
"Hold on a sec..." she tried to sit up to get her bearings. Everything was spinning like crazy and something was wrong. Before she could get up, he had her down again.
"Come on, little lady... don't make me wait all night..." He undid the clasp of her bra, and pulled it off of her.
"No, just, just hold on a minute, okay?" She was starting to get upset. "I just need a minute..."
He pushed her further on to the bed, and positioned himself so he was straddling her stomach.
"Shush, honey, you'll feel better when it's over..."
She was so tired. Something was very, very wrong, but she was fading so fast. "No... no..." She tried to hang on.
He watched her as her eyes rolled back in their sockets.
She blacked out.





http://www.4woman.gov/faq/rohypnol.htm

It's nice to be back

OK, so I've technically been back for a week, but when you have 4 friends from Ohio over and cross-country practice to attend, you try and find the time.

That's what I thought.

Good to see all of you; although vision is its own skewed perception. Hope the summer's going well.

War, hatred, and fuzzy pink bunnies--

Chase

Vantage Point

"I... Hate.... Everything about you..." The music wasn't blaring from the radio, really. It was loud, but we could still hear each other over it. The car was moving quickly, but we were young and we could keep up.

It was hot and humid outside. Inside that car though, it was cold. We were unaffected by the weather or anything else. I grabbed another Cookie Dough Bite and popped it into my mouth.

Our exit was coming up. I put the blinker on, and checked my mirrors.

She turned to check her blind spot. I laughed at something someone said. It was funny, I'm sure...

The car began to move into the right lane. I saw a car so close I could touch it.

We were too close to that car.

Panic rushed at me, taking my body as a temporary prisoner of those brush-with-death experiences. We felt our bodies object as the car lurched back to the left.

Car Crash Kills All Involved... more on C-6

My life didn't flash before my eyes. Isn't that supposed to happen?

The car was back in the left lane. I wasn't breathing.

I was alive.

"I... Hate... Ever-"

I turned off the radio.

Idle Hands...

p(re).s. I like the new layout....


I needed air, but breathing seemed like so much effort. Everything felt heavy, weighed down.

Don't let go...

She isn't going to make it...

Get me an OR yesterday people!! I need some room!

All clear!

The voltage hit hard, but not hard enough.

The light was there, but I was too weak to walk towards it.

I fell for a while.

Longer than you might think.

Almost two years.

Now I'm here.

In hell.

Because heaven seemed like to much work.

some innovation, please!

'ello all...how are you this fine tuesday afternoon?
i am writing this new post because i am in need of some inspiration...
as those of you who are familiar with me will know, i can usually be seen upon many of my frequent outings sporting a large green bag...Nelson, i call him...
until recently, on the front-most side of nelson's strap was sewn the socratesian saying "know thyself"
however, in recent weeks, nelson and i both tired of this particular remark, and agreed upon its removal from nelson aforementioned strap
now, though, nelson has been stressing his inherent feeling of nakedness for quite some time since the loss of this adornment, and we are both in the state of mind that something needs to be done...in short, we are looking for a new witty or clever remark to be sewn upon his person....
we would be much obliged if any of you could provide a short, 2-or-3 word slogan, saying, quote, or other collection of words to fit our need, as we have not been able to agree upon any ourselves...

we thank you for your assistance...cheerio!

Nelson & Beastie

And the lightbulb over my head turns on...

IDEA!

So, I don't know about you all, but my summer has consisted of, mostly, work, reading, writing, surfing the web, excercizing, and swimming... with little social interaction...


What if we were to do one of those good ole beatnik things and went to a coffee house (or other place of preference) and bring along our current favorite piece of literature, whether it be our own or another's, and read it or discuss it or what have you, and finally get to know each other as
human beings rather than words on a page, though it is fun. We could even snap fingers after a reading if you truly wish to haha.


Let me know what you think... you can also reach me by email: liljazzgig@comcast.net or through facebook or myspace... just search Grace Eitzenberger.

=)

Heres to jazz, ragtime, blues, and purples.

(haha get it?) ;)

i'm baaaaaaaaack...

hey kids...

sorry i haven't written in a while...

i was away on vacation...

in the mountains of georgia...

it was pretty cool for the most part:

kayaking, mountain climbing, horseback riding, and the like...

however, i like it here much better...when i first moved to jax i didn't think there could be any place in the world more infested with the stereotypical "southerner" (or "redneck" as they generally are referred to as, but you know me, politically correct as i am...)

i was wrong...

lumpkin county (yes, that's right...lumpkin...) definitely has us beat...

they may scorn us for having "a whole helluva lot of sand wit no gold in it" and "not a hill to speak of", but i most definitely like it here, myself...

its nice to be back...

i missed you guys...

hi

VACATION!

I'm out of here until the 26th. If I've got access to a computer, I'll check up and say hey to you crazy peeps. Don't this our little creation die while I'm away :]

And if someone could PLEASE re-instate my admin rights, I'd be most pleased.

feedback please!!!

i dont know if i like it so far... i like the story line, whic i cant tell you eyt, but i dont know if i like the start.
it really has nothing to do with religion, i'm not even catholic, but it is part of the story line. the main character will end up falling in love, which hes not supposed to, and will have to make a choice.

.....

Isaac was a devout Catholic who loved his Faith and thanked God for each sunrise he saw and every breath he took. He had been studying at Saint Peter and Paul Seminary for some time and was one year from being ordained. That Friday, after morning Mass, his spiritual Father and closest friend, Father Basil, told Isaac that he had been praying about him and he felt he should go to Albania as a missionary and spread God's word through helping those in need. That night, Father Basil and Isaac discussed the idea and prayed about it, knowing God's will would be done.

In the following week, they both continued to pray and also asked the others at the seminary to do so. The next Sunday, when Mass finished, Isaac went to the alter to find Father Basil. "I'm doing it," he said over the alter, "I've prayed about it--we've all prayed about it--and I know in my heart that I am to go to Albania." Father Basil looked up from what he was doing, "I thought you might." He said, folding the last of his vestments, "Come, we have much to do."

After a month of planning, Isaac was ready.

.....

thats all i got so far.

Oops

I kinda sorta accidentally took myself off of the admin slot for the blog...so if someone would be kind enough to go to the dashboard area, click on settings, click on permissions, and click on the little thing next to my name to make me an admin instead of a guest, it'd be greatly appreciated. I can hardly do anything now!! *tear*

Hope everyone is having a terrific summer.

Peace, love, and....and.....

Um....

And......

Hypothetically expanding universal interval arrangements.

Peace, love, and THAT.

If you are what you eat...

If you are what you eat, then I am a turkey sandwich made with defrosted bread from the heathfood store, some mayonaisse thats been expired for two weeks, cheese sliced thin from the publix deli, and some turkey that is also about to go bad. which, coincidentally, did two days later.

What are you?

Work in progress

Hello all, sorry it took so long for me to join. Anyways, I've been working on a short story. I'll post it when its done. It may be awhile so I'll post blurbs here and there. I'm so glad we all are continuing past what Ms. O gave us. All my thanks goes to her for allowing our voices to be heard and giving way for a great start to what I hope will be a lasting group or creative writers. And thanks to Chase (who I still have never met... I believe there are a few people I only know through their imagination) for putting this whole thing up!!!

=)

Peace.

~W.S.

Musaq?

I think we need a music player or something on here...I'm pretty sure blogger has those as options, and if nothing else we could get one of those project playlist things going.

Just a thought, if anyone is interested in working with moosiq?

OH! This way, we could add music to it as we see fit, kinda like how Beast likes to show the song that "influenced" the work or whathaveyou. HMMMMMMMM

The Day Before...

Click Me!!

Salutations and the like. I just ran across some great pictures and wrote about them on my blog. (Link above.) Let me know what you think!!

Story, New

I'm FINALLY putting to text a story I had in my head for a looooooong time. I'd actually written out part of it on paper, most of which I've already typed up. I don't particularly like the corner I had written myself into, however, so I'm going to try and change things up in this hip, new incarnation.

We'll see.

This isn't going to be in parts, really....just whenever I feel like stopping, I'm going to stop; I'll try and keep each little part making sense--there won't be any of

Get me?

Ok. So check it out, if'n you wanna. Comments are nice. And remember, this is a work in progress...there will be revisions, I am sure, and I'll keep you updated on them. Hopefully I won't have to do a huuuuge overhaul, but it's happened before....

Peace, love, and massive bereavements.

(Yes, I finally ended with our little sig. Beast would be proud.)

Brain Workout

http://www.jjuriaan.com/Fifteen_Craft_Exercises_for_Writers.htm

These are just a few writing exercises for those of you who want to keep your brain in shape for the summer. Also, I'll put a few up on my blog. I hope you're all doing well!!

Azuzephre!!!

These buggers are so cute! Emo, undoubtedly, but still really cool...their names are Pon (yellow) and Zi (blue)...there are more pics on this website http://www.azuzephre.net/site/gallery/ ...just thought i'd share, cuz i really like them...enjoy!

I got a new story up....

...actually part 3 of one. It's getting kinda weird, I know....but hey. I do what it does. Check it out if'n you wanna. The link to my page is through the thing to the side.....ah, you guys know the drill.

You Suck

You Suck

Yes, you
Whoever you are
I’m not trying to be funny
Or make an outrageous statement
To show some absurd point of view
You really do fucking suck, is all
Don’t try to deny it:

You’re a liar
You’re a cheat
You’re envious
You’re ugly
You’re stupid
You’re crude
You’re filthy
You’re hateful
You’re hated
You’re sick
You’re twisted
You’re a tease
You’re lustful
You’re prideful
You’re unclean
You’re perverse
You’re conceited
You’re spoiled
You’re hurtful
You’re broken
You’re pitiful
You’re loathsome
You’re naive
You’re obnoxious
You’re unwanted
You’re sniveling
You’re worthless

You Suck

And do you know what sucks
Even more?

The fact that I’m

Just
Like

You

I Used to Wonder...

When did I stop listening to the whispers of the trees?
Probably not long after they stopped talking...
When did I stop hearing the leaves fall?
Shortly after they stopped falling...

How come I stopped running barefoot?
Why don´t I still learn from the rain?
When will I bathe again in the golden rays?
Can I still dance without a shadow?

I once discovered the plain, and made it
beautiful, like you.
Then away you flew on your wind of wonder, and
with you, took mine.

-A Lin and Courtney Production....

Love Poems

I'm sometimes lost in the suggestiveness of love poems. I try to find ones that I can relate to, but you know, I never do. I sometimes doubt I'll ever be that passionate, and normally that's fine.
But love poems, well, you know. They make it seem like the only thing worth my time is love. It's not, really. I'm okay with spending time on people I like. Like him...
I guess that's what this is really about, when it comes down to it. Him. I don't get lost in his eyes, or compare him to summer's days. I don't think the sun rises or sets in his eyes. It is reflected in them, though, and that's enough for me.
I guess what I'm saying is this: It's not love, but it doesn't have to be.
It sounds like I'm settling, when I put it like that. But really, it's just that I'm not ready to throw away a relationship that I could have fun in, just because it won't end in death. Love poems just never understand that.
In love poems, you can't be with someone because they make you laugh. They have to make you a better person, or make your heart race. Love poems set high standards for relationships. Me, well, I think love poems are pretty. But I don't think I'm gonna live one.

will someone put a link to my blog on the sidebar
its: http://fluffybrain.blogspot.com/

Thanks
Lin

random post

okay, so as you may have guessed from the title, this is a completely random post...i was just looking through some music, and i came across this song, and i dunno why, but it just put me in a really good mood...i think its very pretty...just about 2 minutes of really nice instrumentals by this band called Arms Over Broadway...thought i'd share...here's a link...just double click on the song "interlude"...enjoy!

http://www.purevolume.com/armsoverbroadway

Truth

Okay, so I'm writing something longer (crowd cheers wildly... okay, well a small group who've been faithfully reading my flash fiction and meta fiction and are getting tired of not knowing the details). It's called "The Truth" and it's about Cassy. Cassy wakes up in the hospital, after a suicide attempt to find out (shocker!) she didn't die. Now she has to deal with the real reason she wanted to die, and the truth about her seemingly perfect life. I'm not sure how it ends yet, but I promise it will be good.
To give some back ground info, I've actually written the first thirty pages before. I started this project freshman year and then destroyed it at the beginning of sophomore year. It's going to be a lot better this time, I hope... Any way, it's all going to be posted on my blog, under the label "Truth". You can click my name to get to my blog.
I hope you all enjoy my newest work!

Peace, Love, and Labels,
cb

The Day Away

So it's the first Saturday of summer.

Saturday night, to be exact.

Actually, that's off...it's a Saturday EVENING.

There we go. So, a new summer of heat and sun and swimming and sand and roaming the warm streets has begun. The pressures of school have left us, the days can be as long (or as short) as we want them to be: stay up 36 hours straight with your friends, or sleep the sunny days away. Drive around; go to the beach and swim...or play Frisbee...or tan...or relax with your significant other...or run, if that's your thing...or just chill with your friends. You could forgo all of this and waste the months away playing videogames (as I know some people will do...).

We're sprawled out on the ground, waiting and anticipating the events and days ahead.

So, I've wasted enough time on here, for now. Blogs are nice...as is writing...but sometimes it's better to just have fun in the sun. Or, in this distinct case, crash on the couch with the headphones on and drown the day away to some stoned out rock and roll.

Simply Be

In that quiet hour
When all lights have dimmed
She sits down by her window
And stares at the night sky
Trying to lose herself
And maybe find something more
A rhythm of her own amongst
The slow cadence of dancing twilight

Her favorite time of day
Where she can simply be
She can listen to the silence
Not at all awkward or deafening
But peaceful and warm
Here she can heal
Here she feels safe

Sometimes she cries
She weeps for herself
Scars that won't fade
She weeps for the world
Bleeding and torn
She weeps for you
And all the tears you shed
That she can never dry

Sometimes she laughs
Softly, to herself
She laughs at old memories
She laughs because the world
Can be so fucked up
She laughs at herself
She laughs so she won't
Have to sigh instead

Sometimes she wonders
She wonders what will happen
Why things do happen
She wonders whether others
Ever wonder like she does
Wonders if you ever wonder
About her

Sometimes she closes her eyes
Because she knows she's not good enough
For the radiance of the sky
Because she's trying to find
Peace away from the peace
Because she's trying to hear
What she's whispering
To herself

Sometimes she's angry
So angry she wants to scream
Angry that she can't tell anyone
That she's angry
Or why
Angry at herself
For being angry

But always
Not sometimes, but always
She always finds a little more
Of herself
Sitting down by her window
In the quiet stillness
Where she can simply
Be

Stay Awhile

Stay awhile

Put your head on my chest

Just so you can hear

My heart

Beating

.

Don't leave yet

I need you

To dry the tears

That I can't let the world

See

.

I'm not asking much

Just a moment of your time

A little bit

Of your

Life

.

Hold me

But not too tight

I need this tonight

Make the stars in my eyes shine again

Let me know

You're there

.

And when you leave

As I know you will

Just leave me a little place

Inside yourself

Where maybe I can just

Stay Awhile

.

That Left Behind

you've known
alone
was your home

.
you're prone

.
to mistakes
that make
you break

.
they take

.
your pride
you hide
inside

.
THEY LIED

.
to control
the whole
of your soul

.
how cold

.
the ways
and the days
it betrays

.
and stays

.
in your mind
resigned
try to find

.
that left behind

Autonomy

The thought came of its own accord, manifested without me knowing. Out of nowhere, from the wide and open blue, an asteroid hurtling toward its final destination.

I'll go with it, I guess.

I suppose autonomy is overrated; I'll let my thoughts speak for themselves, however broken and fragmented they'll become. I can never say what I really mean, not when the times truly matter.

What a thing to have controlling you--an imbecilic thinker.

But in the end the thoughts are mine; the actions mine; the outcome mine. It all belongs to me, I own it all, wanted or not.

And when it is all done and said, spat out with order thrown to the wind, I suppose I'm happy.

Handing the reigns to that voice in your head can get results the logical side of you never would have attempted to obtain.

And I'm all right with that.

May I Have Your Attention, Please?

Look around. do you see anyone around you worth your time? Niether do I. SO spend a little time on me.
Listen to me, for a while, okay? Make eye contact. Good.
Just watch me, stare at my lips, forming words, making sentences, not making sense.
You never were very good at listening. O, well, not much can be done about that now, I guess.
Just listen to me, now. Care enough to not walk away, like you used to.
That's all I ever wanted...
Just give me your attention, for a moment.

Well.

So here it is. We've (just me right now, but the others are coming...) migrated from the school blog to our own. And I've got the honor of having first post.

I'm Chase, by the way, for those of you who don't know me. (No need for pseudonyms now, right?). Hopefully we'll get the old group back and a bunch of new faces.

So, yeah, that's about it. I guess this is a metaphorical "Business' First Dollar". Too bad I don't have a frame.