A soldier falls

Little Apocalypse would like to take a moment to say goodbye to Jason Lammons, a friend and frequent contributor on this blog.

You can find Jason's obituary here, but you'll get a better glimpse into his creative talents here.

Rest in peace.

A house explodes

I can't distinguish between radiation sickness and the plague. Is this the bomb from Donovan creeping up my arm, or Emma's sickness from Denver? I'm feverish, my veins stand out in high contrast. Many are dying. I may join them. I may be grateful to do so.

Little Things

The world has ended. I miss whiskey and coffee. Duh.

I really, really miss my nail clippers.

Rabbit (You guys remember Rabbit, right?)

Coming back is like falling down a rabbit hole.

Have y'all ever seen Ringu or even The Ring? (Both are good in my opinion.) That outline of the boundary.... I reckon y'all know, but the line around my attic door is my Ring. This is the boundary of the unknown, the singularity, the place where the madness began. I've escaped now, of course.

Of course.

 

Hey Guys

I just wanted to say I'm workin' on it. We ain't dead. And the world hasn't ended just yet. New shit soon.

Summoning the King

I smile
at incantations
inviting me to lie

we've been here for a while
we've seen the other side
but we speak
nothing of it
just try to fly
thoughts in your eyes
to help you see
what they've done to reality

&
nothing is what it should be
count the distance
you know the equation is all wrong
I broke myself of all the marionette dances
that most dance upon

what's worse you'll never know
thoughts you thought were dreams
places you'll never go
those of us you'll kill in your regime>
always pointing elsewhere

always reasoning out your need
the hate in your soul
in the reason I have yet to unleash me

sound of the fall
it's very similar
to the sound of awakening
Who knows the difference?

End of the World

Ok, so I know I have never posted before...but I honestly forgot about it, just had a million things going on...so be gentle, please. I will try and write some more and actually post on here.

It’s not every day you wake up…

Never thought I’d be around to see it. You know? Only crazy people sit around thinking about the end.

I mean who sits at the breakfast table thinking “What if the world ended in a few hours? What would it be like?” And even if they did, they’d most definitely get it wrong. We had all these books, video games, all forms of media that talked about it…every one of them was wrong. We always thought the world would end in an explosion, a big bang to rival the one that birthed our universe. And of course, anarchy and chaos following it that made the explosion itself seem absolutely trivial.

And then it happened. Of course, there was some time to prepare…we were all ordered to evacuate, and the stubborn few who didn’t, well most of us had installed bomb shelters with generators and pumps. Most places the pumps weren’t necessary but here they are, since we are below sea level.

We also had things to detect when the radiation went away and enough stuff to survive in the bunker until everything had passed.

So on that fateful day I ran to my bunker.

“This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.”

—T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"

Truthfully, the end is…quiet. When I emerged there was this…nothing, but it was everywhere. You never realize how much noise there is until the silence descends. And to know that this isn’t just a silence waiting on the edge of dawn to be broken, but the silence that will persist until our species is no more…turns the silence from a welcome friend to your deadliest enemy.

For what purpose was I spared? Surely whatever gods there are chose me for a reason. Not because I am a saint, for I did my fair share of bad things. But then why? As punishment? A living hell to be a precursor to the demon infested wasteland I shall go to on my death?

Perhaps, perhaps I was spared to be a witness. To write of what has happened so that whatever comes next remembers us, remembers how we failed. How we managed to destroy our species and everything we had created.

Perhaps our predecessors will learn from our mistakes.

I need to believe that. Because the fact is, that is all I have left. This need to believe I have some purpose. Mere survival is barely enough with the weight of loneliness I feel. So I’m holding on to this thin thread of…well…

Hope.

freezing sun planetshift

circling this planet Earth right now are
our former homes
each spinning silently
as though forboding
as though chastizing
watching what we have done
so many times before
be done again
here

the sun isn't nearing
global warming is not coming
the sun is burning out
we have been hopping from planet to planet
destroying each as we go
robbing it of all it's valuable life-giving resources
the sun isn't nearing
this planet is being destroyed
that is why the heat has come

this is the human race
this is what we have been running
only the elite
the bloodlines traced
will escape to the next planet
as this one decays
then begins to repair
as the sun fades one more degree

the rest of us have been catering to these alien needs
we have been fooled
into believing we were important
in believing enough to worship their idols
&
false gods
into striving for something we can never acheive
being led by mind bending lies
illusions of unimportance to the ones behind the scenes

there is something coming though
there will be a great awakening
after that I am not sure
after that only questions arise

it is vital that you start to look at this world as an outsider
for this is what the majority of us truly are in our hearts
those born here don't even feel as though they belong
there is much going on in space
many things you haven't been told
great solar winds will eliminate complete cover-ups
secrets coming in dreams to some
visions to others
as a preperation
close your eyes now and sleep
the chryogenic chambers have been prepared

C-List

There were no blueberries during the last summer. Blueberries that typically came in drooping clusters too large for a single household to make use of refused to produce even a single fruit, the flowers drying and falling off the bush. Also absent were cucumbers, pears, citrus, apples, and dozens of others. Only the self-pollinators were available in any quantity, and we all lived on tomatoes, beans and grain. In typical fashion we told ourselves this was a temporary setback, everything would be normal next year, but we all had the metallic taste of shock in our mouths. The delicate system we survived on was broken. The bees were gone.

This was when the sense of impending doom began to rise in our guts, but we must have mistaken it for hunger.

On August 4th, Washington DC exploded.

Ground zero was about a mile from the White House, and for a split second the ever-present media on the lawn broadcast a breathtaking image of a mushroom cloud rising as the backdrop to the capitol. Then their stories about pending legislation, naked PETA demonstrators - and, ironically, an environmental summit focusing on pollinating insects - vanished in a flash of white light, or television static, or graphics apologizing for technical difficulties.

The President and Secretary of State were on a well-publicized trip to the Sudan. They were not the target. Congress was in session but at a low attendance during the summer months, and not the target. All the residents of some of the poorest neighborhoods in the nation were wiped out, but again, they were not the end target. That bomb on Washington was aimed, first and foremost, at any right to life and liberty you ever thought you had.

Who dropped it? Not the "environmental terrorist" organizations that were blamed, I am quite certain. But that's who they punished first. Starting with the groups that had actually blown up or vandalized corporate farms and smoke-belching factories, then on to those merely accused of it, finally to organizations like Greenpeace and their small time donors. FEMA immediately began rounding up anyone suspicious. On August 6th we began to hear about arrests and shootouts. By August 12th, most of us had witnessed them ourselves. By August 19th the creaking and rumbling of freight trains through town had taken on a new, human element to their sound.

The bomb, the urgency of protecting the homeland, and the fact that the first ones arrested really were dangerous people lulled many into complacency. If you were stupid enough to buy that the roundup was in your best interest, you are probably dead now, carried off on a prisoner train to a "refugee camp." I've never considered YouTube an accurate and unbiased new source, but I could hear video loops running in my head: C-List will be killed primarily by starvation. Even the bees were not an accident.

My neighbors and I, we hid. We lived in an older apartment complex, outfitted with a subtly placed communal bomb shelter. I doubt very much it would have protected us from another bomb, but it did manage to keep us unnoticed by the panicked and murderous peace forces outside. On October 11th, out of food and stir crazy, we came up for air.

All things were quiet. The rest of the world was either dead or underground, it seemed. There were no cars on the streets, no crying babies heard through kitchen windows, no cell phone reception and no cashiers at the market. Just us and the self-pollinators.

I'm on the C-List and it's like those Left Behind books I hate so much, except God has nothing to do with it and it's a hell of a lot better than being taken.

All Prophecies come true

There once was a far away land
with a far out man
out there he dreamt of very strange things
Among the things strange of which he would dream
a nation no longer fooled with dollars and percents
but a waking world serching for themselves

in this land the strange man lived
few every slowed to exist
for the roses grew tall, the sun rose and would fall
so beautifully
With no apologies did this man exist
he had secrets remembered from another time he used to live
no explanation need be made, this is just how it was
so sometimes his ways seemed harsh, sometimes mistook for what it was not
but as he had seen, the bookmakers and deans
had turned EVERYTHING around
here in this world lies began to grow
therefore the man had to seperate
And as the lies they grew
nothing would they not do
to achieve their temporary desires
so far from our true purpose, the man shook his head
he made a speech, showed all the examples
but just as time and time again, no one could understand
they had all been lied to and lied so much, truth was now obscene
so away they took him
for the cardinal sin of being honest he must burn
we all know there's no room for honesty when all that matters is money

Youtube video preview of my poetry book - My Sanctuary

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to me the sky comes alive
when I think of you
&
if I were to let this go
I would be more alone
than without you in my head
sadness chases me
happiness awaits
Which way shall I run?
all I've known is sorrow
I don't need
hope it won't find me
again

said a spirit is moving
a moving spirit
cannot be stilled
said a love that's growing
a love can grow
&
forever fulfill
don't want to wait
til I get old
don't want to let my fear
conquer me
so give me a hand
&
I'll give you a piece of my soul
smile

2010/10/20

the key pharoh is in place
ready to enslave
so many willing
so many
so I ride into space
close my eyes
&
fade away
I have no idea why it is this way
&
why people don't want TRUE change
I suppose they just don't know
as all their lives they've been killing themselves
whilst convincing themselves it is ok
nations secretly wishing for death
if I could destroy this spoon fed hate
&
pain
I would
just tell me where
&
how
may good fortune be upon you
may you see through the lies
pray for protection from subliminal messages
&
manipulation
we are much more than what we've been told
I wait upon the shore of distant galaxies for you
dreaming you will one day join me

Pine Mountain to Emerald City (2)

Badlands. They really don't look so bad; plenty of green scrub at least. But at some point someone had to cross this on a wagon, and it probably wasn't wonderful.

You can't really control anything. Someone designed this ride long before we got on. The drops and turns and 360's have been in place for some time now and there's nothing we can do to change them. The only thing I can even think of controlling is my experience of it. And I suppose that's really all that counts. All that exists, maybe.

You're not going to fall out of the wagon. Remember that.

It'll be an adventure.

 

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Shall I go?

all is gone

wretched are the hearts pulsating in my ears

lying are they eyes looking into my face

the symphony is not only frustrating

but out of key

said man walks to the front

said man is the fallen one

said man is celebrated

honored

for nothing more than

lies

it's on now

the final film reel rolling

see sweet the length

25, 920 years long

sliding into the frames to make us famous

no more concern

no more fight

down with no reason

to help you up

oh nation confused

surface people

don't you know that when they are in control

the better it looks

the worse it is truly becoming

Awaken

comparisons/to sacrifice

the essence of a human

water mixed with blood

&

guts

slapped in the skull a brain

the pounding of the heart

as the nerves crouch slightly

at chalkboard fingernails

bone in mouths open wide

preparing to masticate

preparing to assimilate

to introduce something new

into the body

bones wired with veins>br>

so the blood

&

water

can pour into the organs

pulsing in the ear

throbbing in the muscles

as the chewed food digests

&

absorbs

flowing too

providing strength

turn the monitor off

the speakers too

we are done here

let's shut down the CPU

unplug the mouse

&

keyboard

it needs arms no more

nor mouth

nor eyes

nor cooling system

unplug the modem

no need for connection anymore

there's no one to connect to

they've all downloaded themselves

they've left me to live in a virtual world

with virtual friends

&

virtual ideas

virtual rockstars

on virtual dreamscapes

&

reality has been pushed aside

to take the backseat

as in real life they slave and toil

refrigerate themselves at the end of the day

those of us left alone to balance the shift

will

but for unconcerned

brainwashed

idiots

we are never to be honored

our duty is clear

time has proven the reason

these times are giving the call

&

now

we shall answer

Aragon

I can't seem to get this dream I had when I was about 5 years old out of my head
I was moving down the hall of my elementary school
towards the gym
but I noticed I was moving kinda weird
floating...

this dream correlates to another one I has in my teens
but in a different way
I remeber I was trying to punch someone
someone that was trying to cause harm to me
but it was as if I wa underwater

&
then there are the dreams I have had in my 20's
of large robots
lasers firing from their eyes or cannons
&
defeating them with a mirror

then the flying dreams
they felt so real

What is this all about?

ancient words constantly appearing in my head
resurrected in digital realms
interacting with other organic lifeforms through retinas
changing neurochemical activity
forcing me to wonder how they are projected into the now

What force is behind these dreams
these visions
these ideas?

waking from the 1st black
&
white
dream I've ever had
I realize who I have been at least once before
uncanny
or
Is it some form of illusion I am trapped under?
Could this be a joke the ancients are playing on me/us?
something seems wrong here
so underlying wrong that nothing can be done about it

Am I awake now?

Doom

Zim says (10:28 AM):
are you okay?
Molly says (10:28 AM):
Yeah, why?
Zim says (10:28 AM):
you know that feeling I get?
Molly says (10:28 AM):
Impending doom?
Zim says (10:28 AM):
like something really bad is coming?
Molly says (10:28 AM):
yeah
Zim says (10:28 AM):
I got that a few minutes ago
Zim says (10:28 AM):
it's usually right
Zim says (10:29 AM):
I don't know what it could be, but I have it
Molly says (10:29 AM):
Everything's fine here.
Zim says (10:30 AM):
maybe

 

Let's be Frank

"What do we do about the situation in Arakansas?"

"What situation?"

"Don't fucking play with me. You are fully aware of what I'm speaking of."

"I cannot tell you how important it is to.."

"I know protocol! I also know this is not.."

"Frank"

".. someone called Frank?"

"No one calls Frank. He knew."

"How does he know?"

"He always knows"

Sunday Updates 11/16/08

Is there really a bomb? Is there really a disease? Where are the Barrens?

Yes.

And they're right behind you. Don't get vertigo and fall.

 

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