quincyk's random mutterings of nothing

quincyk

Yesterday, I sat stone-eyed and carefree on a wooden bench crafted by chinese children in mud-huts. Meticulously, I carved through the deepest, scattered remnants of my flailing conscience, wondering why, at this age, in the era of selfish dreams, was I, young but utterly hopeless, sat like this. The world swooped by faster than a bird drown from Jesus himself. Within moments of this wicked reflection, I was to be seen climbing a fire-escape attached the adjoining building firmly cemented to my mind. Donned out in attire made up of dirty boots, a v-neck tinsulate vest, long-johns and a decrepit cape, I ran towards the edge. Foolishly, I jumped before I looked, and due to this quite silly error on my part, what was originally intended to be the reaching of spiritual epiphany, in fact turned out to be nothing but a bloody mess.


Two deaths, too, I might add. My own, of course, and the slack nun upon whom I so quickly fell.


God rest her soul.

quincyk

It had become a joint-venture; We stole a limo and crashed our way through seven cities, backed up by either and methadone. For fifteen days we were chased by a hoodlum astride a winged beast, flapping it's wings in soft, rhythmic beats in tune with Gloria Gaynor's I Know What I Am.


I was all whirlwind, neon and fire. Within a week we'd killed ourselves twice over, burying our minds in a vault guarded by a young vulture who resembled george harrison of the beatles. But once we've sped off into the horizon, inching ever closer to the waving hands of insanity, he'd flown off in a haze of confusion, the head of Bob Luis Stevenson clasped within his lazy beak. We died for the third time and rolled in the sand - you from old-age, I from hallucinating dreams. The vulture returned looking unconcerned. All hope was gone.

owlwink

The message you have entered is too short. Please lengthen your message to at least 1 characters.

This is what I was met with when I attempted to reply with nothing...

shut up!

I'm very impressed by your style of writing. My advice would be three-fold: your spelling is bad to the point of confusion -- it tends to change entire sentence meanings, e.g. Drown (Drawn?), Either(Ether?). Imagery and surrealism are wonderful tools, but sometimes the message can get lost, be a little bit careful. And ignore the self-indulgent comments of those who choose not to offer any real critique (you can choose to add me to that, if you like), their negativity is of no use to you.

owlwink

shut up! wrote: »

I'm very impressed by your style of writing. My advice would be three-fold: your spelling is bad to the point of confusion -- it tends to change entire sentence meanings, e.g. Drown (Drawn?), Either(Ether?). Imagery and surrealism are wonderful tools, but sometimes the message can get lost, be a little bit careful. And ignore the self-indulgent comments of those who choose not to offer any real critique (you can choose to add me to that, if you like), their negativity is of no use to you.

Replying nothing with nothing was not meant as an insult. It was a compliment if anything. Sorry if you saw otherwise shut up, but that's just the way you read it...

shut up!

Everyone else to have read this, and not commented, have made a "nothing" reply much more succinctly.

My advice stands.

owlwink

shut up! wrote: »

Everyone else to have read this, and not commented, have made a "nothing" reply much more succinctly.

My advice stands.

It was more of a comment on how the system wont aloow for nothing.

quincyk

shut up! wrote: »

I'm very impressed by your style of writing. My advice would be three-fold: your spelling is bad to the point of confusion -- it tends to change entire sentence meanings, e.g. Drown (Drawn?), Either(Ether?). Imagery and surrealism are wonderful tools, but sometimes the message can get lost, be a little bit careful. And ignore the self-indulgent comments of those who choose not to offer any real critique (you can choose to add me to that, if you like), their negativity is of no use to you.

Thanks for the nice comments; they're greatly appreciated, my friend. Believe it or not, they're not spelling mistakes a such, more typos, if anything. You see, I originally typed these into my phone, and then typed them up here whilst jetting my head to and fro, keyboard to phone, phone to keyboard etc...:o


Indeed, you're correct - ether should be in place of either, and drawn is actually supposed to have thrown! I shall change them immediately. I do that quite a lot, actually; parse a few paragraphs which include differently spelled, but somewhat similarly-sounding, words. Me confused damn easily, unfortunately.



Anyway, it's just something I do now and then. Glad you enjoyed; there'll be plenty of more soon.:)


ta.

quincyk

It made the kind of sound a circus would make if it's noise was projected at the heavens through several, large megaphones. Ghastly isn't the right word, but it's not entirely far off, I'm quite sure.From a web-cracked window we watched it drag it's luminous soul through the short but many gushes looming like a shark-god, dense and barbaric.

No hands lay at the controls; we both figured the other had suspended a form of bizarre mind-control on the beastly-being parting the river outside with it's vast grumbling bowels, it's mega-****ing circus- roars and snaps. A Japanese emblem was slackly tattooed onto it's ferocious underbelly; the kind seen on fat, little deaths. However, in spite of this, it remained a stature of impressionable, morbid curiosity to it's four eye-fans.

With one last wallop and slam, it drifted deep below the under-flow;it's sound ominously muzzled by the oozing pales of of blue and purple and star. The vessel, along with it's extensive cargo of nothing much of importance, sharked itself down into the nether-worlds, and the curtains were subsequently ripped shut with a force not seen in you since two weeks previously, when you'd learned via a midnight call that you're fascination with insanity was compleling, but nonetheless quite normal.The case was shut.

Matt Holck

the case is always shut
I should constuct a hull with underwater portals
I can count on them being secured

sitout

i think matt had a bad christmass

Matt Holck

no digital piano key board

my brother just gave me one

quincyk

So, chaps, opinions?:o

3cups

Apologies in advance, but that piece is appalling. It's like random mis-spelt words stitched together with no purpose.

Are you dyslexic or overcoming a literary challenge? If so, hang on in there and best of luck with your progress.

quincyk

3cups wrote: »

Apologies in advance, but that piece is appalling. It's like random mis-spelt words stitched together with no purpose.

Are you dyslexic or overcoming a literary challenge? If so, hang on in there and best of luck with your progress.

Mis-spelt? Um, care to elaborate on that?



As I've just gone over it, and bar one typo, there's very little if any spelling corrections needed.


As for your detective work on the "random no purpose" comment - read the thread title: "random mutterings of nothing." Sheeeesh.


Ironic that given your initial grievances, one has to spell out the meaning of the thread itself.