Atomic Blue Blog
The Atomic Blue Blog is the work of Kerouaced. He lives and works in a heavily fortified brick compound in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania which is guarded by two attack Chihuahuas. Where does reality end and fiction begin? It's hard to say. ©2004-2024 Kerouaced
Sunday, March 01, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Friday, October 21, 2011
In a crowd of myself. Seeing all the MEs. I watch as they wander and wonder and bump into each other on their way to nowhere in particular. I want to lasso them all and pull them close, get them to concentrate on the bouncing ball that hops over the narrative of our lives. They are too far apart though and so I just watch as they grow further and further apart, too fragmented to ever come together, too me to ever be anything but what they are...
I sit in this chair and stare. I can see everything but nothing touches me. Time ticks by and by and I sink deeper and deeper into the faux leather. Only my eyes and the top of my head are visible now--in case any cares to look. I reach up and try to grab the arms of the chair but I'm already too far gone. Soon enough I will see nothing and nothing will see me.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sometimes you need a good friend to tell you that its okay to pursue a dream, that you only have one life and that you shouldn't live it under anyone else's terms. In the back of my mind I knew this but sometimes the world puts pressures on you and you feel that you should be doing something else when the one thing you love to do is pushed aside. Fuck it. I'm not going to live my life wishing I had purued my true passion. There may be consequences but I'd rather live with those than regret...
Monday, October 03, 2011
I remember seeing this kid on The Late Show a few years ago. He was whacked out on some sort of drug and not making a whole lot of sense. I think the reason for his visit on the show was to promote a book. He was famous for something else which escapes me now but had become an "author." His "book" contained one word. Throughout the interview he was pompous and condescending. He seemed to think his idea of a one word "book" was brilliant. What I wanted to tell this kid was that his idea for a one word book was one of those ideas we all have after smoking a joint. The difference is that most of us disregard these ideas later realizing that they are stupid. What seems earth shattering while you're high doesn't necessarily translate into the clear minded world. Evidently he didn't stay clear minded long enough to realize his book idea made him look like an immature ass...
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Lost and dying in this place inside a place. Where words never penetrate and happiness has no home. The loneliness is waiting in the shadows to pull you in and devour you. It will leave nothing but a skeletal soul and and the bits of flesh stuck between its rotting teeth. The mat at your front door reads: WELCOME.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
As I try to conjure words to put on the page my mind comes unhinged and the once loyal letters spill onto the floor. They lay menancingly in a jagged heap. No amount of conjoling or threatening will lift them and as I stare they melt and shift and take shape and then realization hits me hard. It is you staring back at me. The murderer of my words. The princess of my sordid fairy tale...
Sunday, January 09, 2011
You won't change me. They won't change me. None of you will change me. I won't be drug down and trampled--spit upon by the howling crowd. I will spit back and aim for the eyes. I will throw fists and profanity and everything within my power until I breathe my last breath but you will never change me. I will never be you. Fuck you and your weak ways.
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