Angel lips.
Just reading this is probably a mortal sin. Not really Im Kidding.
The small impersonal room was bare of anything remotely lively. The potted plant had become desperately thirsty and was shriveled into a twisted shape like a long fingered hand. The walls where a neutral beige. Machinery hummed morbidly.
Doras eyes where closed, but she could still see. Her lined lids did not flicker as she stared at the room she lay in. Through a large window she could look out into the corridor and see her family. They where holding each other tightly like at any moment one of them might disintegrate into dust. Their faces where stripped of colour. A lady in a white coat seemed to be explaining something to them. Occasionally one of them would glance through the window and stare at her, buds of tears distorting their vision.
Dora knew she was dying. She felt no pain. The pain that had for such a long time been coursing through her bones didn't belong to her anymore. She was dying alone. Her family where outside in the hallway. Inside her fear swelled up, the fear of leaving the world with no one to comfort her, no one to guide her through what was happening. She wouldn't have the chance of holding one last time her achievements the love she had collected the connection she had to this earth. The love she had put out into the world the suffering she had gone through amounted to nothing. She was dying alone.
Helplessly she stared at the strip flouesent light on the ceiling above her. Its oblong shape imprinted itself onto her weary vision. She looked at the off white ceiling tiles feeling tears run down her cheeks and onto her pillow, they did not soak the fabric as her tears had done many times before. Then from strip lighting begin to become more bright. Dora found that she could not tear her eyes from it, the light seemed to swell and fill the room until there was nothing except hot white light. From the light angels appeared. Dora saw them flow around her bed slipping past each other and resting their pure hands on her until her body was completely covered. Their robes brushed past her face and swirled in the air above her. Gently they combed her tangled white hair with their fingers. They licked her eyelids their saliva sealing them and Dora knew there would be no more tears. She felt lips kissing her lined face, they did not mind kissing Doras worn out form. The kisses where soft and light and the lips which gave them glowed. With each kiss Dora felt this glow join with her some how. As more glow entwined itself in her she felt herself being drawn to them. She was coming out of her body in a smooth stream from her belly button. Dora felt more of her became separated. It was similar she imagined to feeling like pulling two objects that have been stuck together apart. The glue in between forms strands between the objects. Then slowly the strands break and you peel the two objects from each other. The part of her which had been freed floated in the air loose and weightless.
They took her hands and she felt herself ascending, she saw her family drift away from her and she wanted to leave them with something. The further into the light she got the more thoughts of her family receded from her.
"I see-" Dora gasped. The sound travailed out through the open doorway into the hallway. The only thing her family heard was a gasp. Straight away they ran into the room where their beloved lay.
The angels carried Dora, she had wanted to tell her family more. How beautiful they where how the pain was gone but it did not seem to matter anymore.
The machine toned out death. The body that had carried Dora had its mouth frozen open in wonder. They could not ask her why she was not there anymore.BOOGIE
And the salmons saved me from doom.
Nah I didn't worry about my GSCE results. Mostly because I'd convinced myself I was destined to fail. Lately as well something may have happened which showed me that these grades aren't forever you can change them. In the bigger picture these grades are only a small bit of my life. They aren't eternal you won't carry them to your grave.What a surprise I got when I opened the sheet of paper! Here's my grades:Maths: E - Yep Im shit at maths. There's no way in a million years I could pass that test. Numbers and I aren't on friendly-ask them round for tea and biscuits-terms.Media studies: CEnglish A Teir H: BEnglish Literature: BScience: C C - Science is worth two grades. Pretty good huh? Considering that I had to learn in four weeks what I should of learnt over three years. That's a lot of missed science, I have excuses though! Like erm there was lots of lessons when I was stoned the first year. The second year I kept getting sick. And the third year I sat next to Kyle who's conversations are far more interesting than science.Religious Studies: B- Im very pleased with this. I thought I would fail this for sure. In the test I ended up ranting because they provoked me with a feministic type question. The lure of the question was too much, I couldn't resist ranting. Art: C - Fuck it I worked hard in Art. Compared to everyone else im my class Im enormously slow when it comes to painting mostly because Im picky I have to mix each colour until its how I see it in my head. A lot of my work therefore I didn't complete. Added on to that fact is Ms Cook is a bitch and hates my guts. Still a pass, Im pleased with it.Geography: C - How the hell did that happen? Dear Bob I fucked up that test. Man am I grateful to salmon farming. Salmon farming saved me , the luck of getting a high marks question on it. Don't ask about how I know loads about salmon farming I just do ok?!
BOOGIE
A collection of caught fleeting thoughts.
How come if chickens have breasts they don't breast feed?When Rosie confided in me that she thought she had immaculate conception I really regret telling her that she was carrying the anti-Christ. Also I regret telling her she could of got up the duff by sitting on one of those chairs at school which people draw tipex penises on. Yeah it kept me amused for weeks but she must have been deeply worried about carrying the anti-Christ. Im sorry now I realize that if someone had said that to me I would have probably started believing it and I do not even want to think about what I could of ended up doing. Poor Rosie she must have been terrified.If you could be a hooker that doesn't fuck anyone is it still a mortal sin?It's true my sense of humor is getting more sick. A conversation I had two weeks ago with my boyfriend Adam brought this to my attention:Me:2pac's been dead a while yet he still releases singles. Strange huh?Adam: Yeah didn't kids like him because he never swore and stuff?Me: I dunno.Adam: Still releases singles though.Me: Im sure he doesn't mind he's dead! [I started to laugh at this, it's funny 'cause its true.]Me: Sorry that's sick.Adam: Yeah. He got shot in the face.[This caused me to laugh really hard, Adam looked a bit scared.]Me: Sorry I know that's sick . . . . HA HA HA HA. . . .Adam (trying to regain a normal conversation): His poor family though they wouldn't recognize him.[I almost pass out laughing at this point.]Adam:What?Me: Yeah they'd have tons of trouble at the family reunion.At least I know that its wrong to still be laughing at it a fortnight later. If you think that's sick when my brother Mad was a teenager him and his mates had a party when Freddie Mercury died. In his defense he was young and honestly . . . I don't blame him.Its not normal to have private jokes with your brain is it? And its not normal to laugh at them at random times is it? BOOGIE
Account of the lepricon incident- minus comedy props.
Coventry is where I have lived my entire life and let me tell you something this place ain't half weird. Im not sure quite what it is but the strangest things seem to happen here. Is it the people themselves; are we coventrians a few shots short of a piss up? Or is it this concrete landscape sending us over the edges of our sanity (and buildings roofs as the case may be)?
Whenever I venture out into this city I catch people doing random "crazy" acts that cause you to look back over your shoulder and think "did I really see that?"
One such incident was when I meet a lepricon.
It was early in the morning and I had started my journey to school. I had hardly made much progress in my travels when I came across an old man. He was quite short in height with a face so wrinkled that the wrinkles replaced the features in his face, great lines forming holes for his eyes and mouth. The slits revealing his eyes showed they had no colour. They where black. Automatically I tried to avoid him, my life has a engraved a weariness of old men into me. He stopped in the middle of the pavement and the wrinkles spread apart to accommodate a grin. He didn't seem to look directly at me still he seemed to want to tell me something. The itching in my legs when I saw his smile pushed them forwards at a faster pace than I was already going.
He opened his mouth. Shit he's talking to me.
Lepricon: I bet you haven't seen the rainbow deary.
(After telling my friends this story they asked if he had an Irish accent. My answer to that is this: I haven't a clue. He had a old accent. You know the accent old people have like the creaking of a squeaky door lying underneath their own voice.)
Snapping my head around I saw over the pebble dashed house lined down the hill; a rainbow swept across the sky. It was if it had suddenly appeared, the glint in the old mans black eyes confirmed it.
With a flash I was off, the burning energy in my legs not letting me stay any longer. Once again I turned my head as I sped off. He was still there facing the rainbow head lifted. His coat; it was a dark mossy green.
He truly was a lepricon.
Later after I re-told this story to various people. People a few times implied that this lepricon was infact a figment of my imagination. I can honestly say that he was not. Of course my brain a few times when replaying the experience has added a pipe and Sherlock Holmes hat, that doesn't not mean however that this lepricon does not exist. And if you're wondering I did mentally remove the pipe and Sherlock Holmes hat and place them in the trash bin in my brain.
This lepricon is one of the many strange events to be witnessed in this city. Maybe there is something in the water and not just mind altering drugs. Maybe the essence of this city in its fucked up glory drips from the taps and works its way around our conventrian bodies.
BOOGIE
Owner of the anorexic blog
We have down sized people. My farza recently asked to read one of my short stories and I said yes. He then asked to put it on his blog which is hosted by my brothers site. Mad hadn't read it due to being in hospital which I mentioned before. This mourning he came into my room and declared that he had read 'Burnt Sienna'. He said he thought it was good and some bits where excellent especially for my age. Unfortunately for me I has figured out I have a blog and has made it his duty to read it. Now I really can't have that. My blog is read by my friends and has secrets which my friends know but my brother mustn't. EVER! Almost every entry I have written is secure in the loving arms of google's dashboard. Mad if you read this (he threatened to search google until he came upon it) you have killed my blog.BOOGIE
