He has multiple personalities. Three to be precise. All different online personalities. He is very popular. He has 1573 friends on MySpace, not including Tom. On Facebook, 849. His blog got 534 hits yesterday.
On Facebook, he's 25, loves to party, works in New York City. On MySpace he's 17, a rising high school senior, town soccer star. All over the Internet are witticisms that originated on his blog.
He can't remember the last time he cried with someone or laughed at a joke spoken to him by an actual person. But he has lots and lots of friends. Right?
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Ocean Walls
1903
Nantasket Beach
little children are playing
watch them build their walls of sand
waves come
gently crashing in
watch the walls fall
sepia stop motion
1917
Nantasket Beach
more little children playing
across the ocean, young men perish
mustard gas and trench wars
the little ones keep building walls
and the waves keep coming
black and white hand crank cameras
1944
Nantasket Beach
different children
they are eight years old
do they know that Normandy is littered with
bodies of the dead and dying?
they keep building their walls
and the water keeps pulling them down
black and white images like Casablanca and It’s a Wonderful Life
1968
Nantasket Beach
children of the children
building, building, building
because we all believe that sand walls
won’t fall when the waves come to play
social revolution runs across the world
glorious Technicolour
1987
Nantasket Beach
the children frolic in the sand
the sand fortress rises
the ocean drags it away
and they keep building
big hair, garish clothes, pulsing music
muted colours with a softened focus
2009
Nantasket Beach
see the children?
they still build the walls of sand
the waves still make them fall
the world is big and beautiful and scary
and still we build
and still they fall
photoshopped images complete with a violin soundtrack
Nantasket Beach
little children are playing
watch them build their walls of sand
waves come
gently crashing in
watch the walls fall
sepia stop motion
1917
Nantasket Beach
more little children playing
across the ocean, young men perish
mustard gas and trench wars
the little ones keep building walls
and the waves keep coming
black and white hand crank cameras
1944
Nantasket Beach
different children
they are eight years old
do they know that Normandy is littered with
bodies of the dead and dying?
they keep building their walls
and the water keeps pulling them down
black and white images like Casablanca and It’s a Wonderful Life
1968
Nantasket Beach
children of the children
building, building, building
because we all believe that sand walls
won’t fall when the waves come to play
social revolution runs across the world
glorious Technicolour
1987
Nantasket Beach
the children frolic in the sand
the sand fortress rises
the ocean drags it away
and they keep building
big hair, garish clothes, pulsing music
muted colours with a softened focus
2009
Nantasket Beach
see the children?
they still build the walls of sand
the waves still make them fall
the world is big and beautiful and scary
and still we build
and still they fall
photoshopped images complete with a violin soundtrack
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
There's always eternity - a drabble of 100 words
She looked at her legs, shrunken, lifeless, hanging off the edge of her wheelchair. (There is One who feels her pain.)
He stared at the orchestra, watched the bows of the violins march up and down, but did not hear any sound. (There is One who hears his silence.)
She tried to walk. She fell. He closed his eyes. The world was silent.
(There is One who weeps with them.)
Look! They cross the River Jordan.
Look! They are wearing robes of blood-bought white.
She is dancing! He is singing!
And there is One who dances and sings with them.
He stared at the orchestra, watched the bows of the violins march up and down, but did not hear any sound. (There is One who hears his silence.)
She tried to walk. She fell. He closed his eyes. The world was silent.
(There is One who weeps with them.)
Look! They cross the River Jordan.
Look! They are wearing robes of blood-bought white.
She is dancing! He is singing!
And there is One who dances and sings with them.
Monday, August 3, 2009
The Communists have all the bananas - a drabble of 100 words
It was cold.
The boy stood, looking at the Capitol Building. All the windows were lit up, sparkling in the pitchy blackness. It was the Feast of Freedom. Government officials, dignitaries, royals, all arrived in glittering splendor to partake in the festivities.
Next to the boy, two little girls sat huddled, shivering under a patched blanket. Across the rutted street, a man stood over a grate, hoping for a blast of warm steam.
The boy raised his fist at the Capitol Building. He stood there, silently proclaiming rebellion, until his hands were frostbitten.
It was so very cold that night.
The boy stood, looking at the Capitol Building. All the windows were lit up, sparkling in the pitchy blackness. It was the Feast of Freedom. Government officials, dignitaries, royals, all arrived in glittering splendor to partake in the festivities.
Next to the boy, two little girls sat huddled, shivering under a patched blanket. Across the rutted street, a man stood over a grate, hoping for a blast of warm steam.
The boy raised his fist at the Capitol Building. He stood there, silently proclaiming rebellion, until his hands were frostbitten.
It was so very cold that night.
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