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I have found a pool of pity to wallow in and am going to sit here, adorned in my flimsy pride, until the moon rises at which point I will howl and gnash my teeth, raging against the iniquity and malice of the world.

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.21.2013 @ 6:13 am


And another day at the office. I come home daily feeling as though I have sat for long periods with my ear to sea shells. There is a hollow echoing, a distant booming reduced to faint waves of sound seems to surround me. These is an eerie absence of content of substance in the sounds. It is as if I have been dreaming all day, imagining, and in my imagination the faint impressions become more than illusion and I populate whole worlds for them. The sounds are ever receding but never go away.

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.20.2013 @ 4:45 am


For some reason today everything seems to be marked as important, highlighted to make me pay attention, and yet I stumble around and tumble into and over obstacles. The most ordinary things, things I am so used to they are like wallpaper are jumping out at me. A crack in the pavement will stand up and remonstrate to me saying that I need to watch what I am doing and be aware of danger.

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.19.2013 @ 6:34 am


“Well, I don’t know, really” she said. “Should I smite you with my wrath or just forget about it?” She smiled and tapped her pencil on the desk. “This is an important decision and it affects both our futures. If you think you have gotten away with this you might just keep doing it. I wouldn’t want you to leave with that impression. What do you think I should do?”

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.14.2013 @ 5:37 am


Forced to flee for freedom, I found my self fenced in a funnel-like freeway, where with many fellow travelers also filtering down from forking footpaths we were channelled to the far end like a fast flowing river.

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.13.2013 @ 5:53 am


The heck with it. Do you think I am going to sit here and decompose while you perform random acts of kindness for strangers. Why do you think I want to wait while you offload some groceries to the old biddy and wheel out her garbage bin?

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.12.2013 @ 8:07 am


Where does this all come from? Am I reaching for the stars or sitting here drooling into my bid while the coach travels to the end of the line. Does it matter?

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.11.2013 @ 8:16 am


It can’t be everyday that I need to go over this. Why give me fools when all I want is a peaceful life. You need to get up, wash then tidy up and make your own meals. I don’t care if there isn’t enough milk or cereal, eat toast or fruit instead. When we run out of your favourite food you need to tell em the day before.

What are the three rules? Do I need to repeat them? One, get up on time. Two, wash and get dressed in clean clothes, leaving your room tidy. Three, eat something for breakfast and be polite to everyone at the table.

The rest of the day you can express your personality as you wish, but this time in the morning I am in charge, this time is mine and these are the rules.

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.10.2013 @ 4:21 am


Writing is more than putting words on paper: writing is not collage, a brain dump or random stream of consciousness. Nor is it the art form equivalent of creating paper-mache models. To write is to exchange meaning with predefined tools, and knowing the tools and how they work and are effective is the job of the writer.

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.06.2013 @ 6:20 am


Why is it that my good intentions and my behaviour work in opposite directions. It is as if willing something to happen for all good reasons kills my motivation, as though my active spirit in the here and now is the antithesis of my future self. It behaves like a spendthrift, leaving my future self poor with few options.

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.05.2013 @ 5:29 am


“Which movie are you off to?”the waiter asked.
“The 3D Gatsby,” she replied. “But we are at the stage where we might see it in 4D.”
Her companion, hanging onto the bar as if resisting gravity, looked aimless and homeless, forlorn and bereft.
“If it’s no good we’ll leave,” he said. “Let’s have another bottle.”
”That’s right, said the waiter reaching for more wine, “Live life on the edge.”
“Right,” the young man said. “On the edge of a bottle. Thank you waiter.”

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.04.2013 @ 5:18 am


Self promotion seems to be an individual addiction but we need to study it in situation. In the sisterhood it is recognised but how is it displayed and in what circumstances does it display, it is allowed to display? Where are the people who cannot do without their faces firmly in front of the pack?

» Posted By Meredyth On 06.01.2013 @ 6:46 pm


I feel very comfortable in random patterns, living in chaos is fine. Repetition seems in comparison a barren reality. It is like a life sentence with no parole. With random you get spontaneous action, you can dream of a new future, you can laugh at how irrational life really is.

» Posted By Meredyth On 05.31.2013 @ 6:20 pm


I will say I have an hour and then an hour later, when he has hidden himself away and has been secluded with his thoughts in his own personal world, he will start to talk. Why does he do that. Do I look like someone who can just wait around until he wants to notice me? It is a bazaar power game with no winners. It has become like a dysfunctional ritual.

» Posted By Meredyth On 05.31.2013 @ 5:01 am


“Now why would I do that,” she said, “Why would I take your stupid leaflet just to throw it away. Maybe you can see a neon sign above my head saying come here to see today’s fool. Why else would you be pestering me?” Usually she walked around as though invisible, but today avoiding people was hard work. There seemed to be more people about then usual and a lot of noise.

» Posted By Meredyth On 05.30.2013 @ 4:17 am


“It is Scarlatti, isn’t it?” she asked. Where had this oblique reference come from? Why is she asking me? I can hear her talk but the meaning is not connecting with my brain.

“Yes, probably,” I replied. “Maybe you should ask someone who is into that sort of music. Give me a good rap tune any day, at least that gets you moving.”

“You don’t hear classical music on the bus often,” she said and paused, “Then again, if you were on a crowded bus with rap music playing, by the time you go off you would be spat out like a programmed zombie.”

» Posted By Meredyth On 05.29.2013 @ 6:01 am


“I remember saying that,” he said. “But I will probably be gone by July.”

Why delve into the mystery. I smiled when he made the offer and that should have been enough. The emperor’s clothing he wove for me with his promises even then did not stop me feeling the sharp cobbles under my feet or the cold of the approaching winter. The same lessons don’t need to be learned every day.

» Posted By Meredyth On 05.28.2013 @ 5:21 am


“I have missed you,” she said. “That doesn’t mean I feel shattered and a shell of my former self. I don’t mope around weeping and miserable when you are not here. In fact, I quite like the missing sensation, it gives me a frisson when I think of you, even to the point that I like you more when you are not here.”

» Posted By Meredyth On 05.26.2013 @ 6:42 pm


This is not procrastination, I am only taking a minute out to do this. Do not shrug your shoulder at me like that, in a free world I can choose to act and I do not have to justify my behaviour to you.

» Posted By Meredyth On 05.15.2013 @ 3:57 am


Why on Earth would you want to do that? I can imagine it might be fun on a transport to Saturn. Given the travel timeline and endless hours to be filled this might be diverting. It would distract you from the thought of arriving and away from personal the irritation of the borrowed space suits and endless training drills.

» Posted By Meredyth On 05.03.2013 @ 6:04 am


“Where is it?” she asked. “The shoe with the clasp, the other one? Have you seen it? The right one. I have to find the other one and need to get to work.” She was sorting through a pile of clothes heaped on the floor between the bed and window.
“Wear the other pair, the blue ones you wore the other day,” I replied.
“They don’t match.” she snapped.
“Don’t blame me for trying to help. If you kept your clothes tidy you wouldn’t have this problem.”
“I don’t know how it gets in this state,” she said having finally gotten to the bottom of the pile.
“Again,don”t blame me. I don’t wear them when you are out. Your things are where you left them.”
“You are right, the front door. I would have taken them off at the front door,” she said as she left the room. “See you tonight.”

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.27.2013 @ 11:24 am


“With one word I was smite,”” she said.
“Don’t you mean smitten?” I asked.
“No it was not electricity I felt; he was out to electrocute me.”

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.27.2013 @ 10:46 am


And it is cold. I want to move but have settled with blankets and slippers, with everything in arms reach. The chair acts like planter pot from which my arms escape like the waving fronds of an exotic plant to drop words from these pale my stalks onto a pale screen.

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.24.2013 @ 9:33 pm


Where could I go that would stop the constant dread, the sense of some circadian clock ticking away, counting down to my doom? If I don’t see him then I am worrying and fretting about how I can avoid the next meeting.
“Checkmate,” he said. “I know you like coffee. It was going to happen that we would meet here one day.”
The choice I had now was to give up coffee or go into the witness protection plan, that is after I witnessed his bludgeoning by unknown hoodlums in a blind alley.

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.24.2013 @ 5:21 am


The word is do nothing, or do something, I can’t remember. Sitting in a cafe drinking coffee and reading the paper used to be fun, now it is like wading through a thick dream where you are being wrapped in seaweed and pulled under water. The purpose of ever action seems to be to avoid something worse, or escape some terminal social crisis.

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.23.2013 @ 7:58 am


Walking through antique shops and junk stalls looking for magenta coloured glass might be described as a hobby, but it for me it is painful. The two things I hate most are spending money and wasting time and by every definition this requires both. Normally I reduce shopping to a 15 minute dash around a store and the obligatory 20 minute wait at the checkouts. This is worse, I have bought nothing and will have to repeat the attempt next weekend.

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.22.2013 @ 7:57 am


Sunshine, and the wind in my face, that is what I want. Just creature comforts. I want to feel warm and soothed by the world as though time does not exist and I am wrapped in the here and now.

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.18.2013 @ 6:18 am


Just say what you want. I can’t stand your mumbling. If you can’t say what you want then it can’t be that important and I am too busy to wait until you drop your hook.

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.17.2013 @ 2:13 am


All I have at three forty-three in the morning is a minute so this must be good. How can I leverage my last energy, using it to turn on the lights behind my eyes and rattle my finger bones to send these words scattering across the page. They skitter and scatter like dice. The flame of a story flickers and it is time to say goodnight.

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.16.2013 @ 10:47 am


“Lie to me,” said the bagel to the croissant. “Tell me that I am everything you ever dreamed of, that I float your boat. That when you think of me you shake so hard that pastry flakes around you. That I am the shining light in your life.”

» Posted By Meredyth On 04.04.2013 @ 6:10 am

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