Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

NoOOO! it's still wedensday here!! It's 11:59! 11:5... oh never mind. happy thursday

Creative writing Thursday eh? I've got something. . .

You, the very one I hate,
The same one I love,
I'm sure you can relate,
you're all I'm thinking of.
I tried to be the one,
I tried to win your heart.
The only thing I won,
is a trip back to the start.
You're eyes are so cold,
and so is your shoulder.
I don't mean to be bold,
but we're both just getting older.
You could be the one I adore,
the one that I make my wife.
The woman I draw breath for,
the one for whom I live my life.

That's very beautiful Javann.

Whoa, it's Jon Houser. Excellenté.

mr. jon houser - i heard that you thought i was dead.

This is just a dream I had last night. It's not really one of my better works, merely a writing excerise. But hey, since we're all sharing. Oh yeah, don't look for scientific accuracy in this.

Tale of a Dream
I sit inside a truck. I don’t know what kind of truck though. It’s white, and the bed is filled with equipment. I think it may be equipment used for killing insects, but I can’t say with any certainty. I’m in this truck in the middle of a vast arid wasteland. The ground is barren, the dirt orange and cracked. It’s flat, and dry, and the only signs that nature ever had a chance here are the few dead shriveled plants sticking out of the ground, and those are few are far in between. It’s silent. Not a sound is made by anything. It’s evening, the sky surrounding the huge sun is orange, but it’s quickly losing it’s color, becoming darker and darker. There are no clouds in the sky, but there seems to be no traces of blue. There is only burnt orange fading off into a dark starless blanket cast overhead. But I’m not alone. Next to my truck is a house. It’s white all over, the shudders, the doors, the rain gutters, the bricks, everything is white. It’s a one story house, shaped like an “L” were you to view it from above (but because of the covered porch it would actually have looked like nothing more than a rectangle), not very tall. The roof is flat, and tin, and it extends over the flat stone porch. There is a window in the inside corner of the “L” there is a door on the left, and another window on the end of the short extension of the L. There are lights on inside, you can see that it’s a home. There are cabinets inside of the first window, and I can see the faucet head poking up from the sink beneath it. I see no one, but I know there are many friends inside. Sitting inside the truck I face the sun, but it does not shine in my face, it doesn’t warm my skin, or burn my eyes. The house is to my right.

I turn to look off into the distance, the infinite stretch of nothingness on earth. I look to my left away from both the sun and the house. It’s nothing but the ground meeting the sky. The sky is a dark blue, not faded enough from the burnt orange to be black. I see in the distance something flying, I am curious. I continue to watch as some sort of space ship flies towards the ground. It’s far into the distance, but I think it’s large. From my perspective it would have been the size of a cockroach had it been right in front of me. It maneuvers gracefully up and down like a sewing needle stitching a piece of clothing. I view it from a profile perspective, and it flies closer to the horizon, the ground. It fires a thick blue laser that slowly moves towards the ground. My eyes widen as it travels towards the earth, the laser causes the ground to explode into flames. Bright orange flames with dirt colored smoke embroidered into the sides. Everything is still silent. The explosion makes no noise. I think to myself that this is something bad, but I feel no panic, no fear. It seems irrelevant. Then I look off towards the sun, and just a bit to it’s left there is a pillar of dust rising. Despite it’s orange backdrop the dust is purely gray. It grows larger and larger, and with it my own sense of dread grows. It slowly begins to form into a mushroom shaped cloud, enormous and foreboding. I know that it was an atom bomb that dropped, and I fear for the worst. There was no explosion though, only a pillar of dust that grew and grew. I watch the cloud grow larger and larger, larger than anything I had ever seen. I watch it as it covers over the sun, and consumes everything in front of me, until there is nothing but the ever expanding mass of grey. The world becomes black in absence of the sun, and the panic inside of me continues to grow. Another truck identical to my own sped onto the property and the tires screeched to a halt on my left. Four, maybe five people jumped out of it, most of them seemed to come out of nowhere, only two of them stepped out of the doors. They were all clad in white jumpsuits with full white masks that covered their heads, leaving only a small dark glass window in the front that was like a smooth sheet of molasses for them to look through. It had been maybe a minute since the colossal cloud first began to form, and yet there were already people here to assess the damage.

I was still in fear, but felt some sort of hope or reliance on those that had just arrived. I stepped out of the vehicle (and I exited out of the passenger side door on my right) to run to them, but as soon as I got out, I was hit with a tremendous case of vertigo. I tried to take a few steps but I could only stumble around. Everything around me spun, heaved, and leapt. I knew it was the radiation polluting my mind and body. It took effect a lot quicker than I would’ve expected. I was safe from it in the truck, but the moment I stepped out it sunk into every pore of my body. I try to stumble towards the people in white, they all look like they are in a hurry, like they have a very important job to do, and they can’t waste time. I try to call out for help, but still all is silent, even my own voice. One of them points some sort of small white box with a white stick protruding from the top of it at me. I hear a flurry of beeps and clicks as the stick stares me down, and the man in white looks at the computer while he’s still running. He shouts out something to his party, but I’m so disoriented I can’t tell what he said. That was the first and only sounds audible in my dream. They all run past me as I grope about with outstretched arms. As I watch them all run into the house I know my fate has already been decided. I wasn’t worth helping, I wasn’t worth spending any time on. I was going to die and they couldn’t do anything about it.

I tried to fumble and trip my way towards the house. The house that was now rocking back and forth, blurry, and what seemed like miles away. I grabbed onto one of the white support poles going from the porch to the roof for balance as I tried to make my way towards the door. It was now open, one of the men had left it open on his way inside. It was horrible. I couldn’t think, I could barely see what was in front of me, I could barely stand or move. My entire world was swaying, convulsing, churning, and I knew that it would all be over soon. But I felt no peace in knowing this. I don’t remember going into the house, but I do remember being inside of it. I was in the living room, the people in white roamed around, they were moving slower now, but they still rushed. They ignored me as I stammered in through the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. Looking around my friends were sprawled out, unconscious on the couches and in chairs. I wondered if they were dead, or just dying. On the floor on top of a brown and off white patterned rug was a friend, a gorgeous girl laying on her back, but twisted at the waste so her legs were on top of one another on their sides. She was surrounded by pillows, her face tilted just slightly to the left, her lips parted just slightly, her hair was spread on the floor, and here eyes were shut. Her right hand laid palm up next to her face with the first three fingers (starting with the pinky) curled up into her palm, her other arm laid at her side palm flat on the floor. Her face was expressionless. There was no sadness, there was no pain, she simply was. I thought about how beautiful she looked there. I wanted to kiss her before I died. One last joy, one last pleasure. But I knew I couldn’t, not because I lacked the will, but the ability. I stood there my world still violently swaying, and I could barely move my limbs, or stand let alone bend over and kiss her. I collapsed into the pillows next to her, and I saw nothing, but everything still moved. I knew that I was ending, and I couldn’t even end it on a pleasant note.

I woke up at that point still dizzy, but quickly realizing that it was all in my mind. I sat up and groggily rubbed my head, clutching my hair in between my fingers. I grabbed hold of the images in my mind, replaying them, taking note of them. Seeing if I could quickly analyze any of them to grasp at some meaning from them. Some of the disappointment that I felt before I ended lingered, but it faded out. I looked over at my clock, and it was sometime after two AM. I leaned my head back into my pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

My GOD!! SHE LIVES!! Whew, I guess I can take down my memorial shrine now.

i had a dream last night that i died - a giant truck fell on top of me -and i said "i guess this is the part where i die then." then i woke up thinking that it was the resurrection, but, to state the obvious,i was just lying in bed - i was kind of disappointed - i was looking foreward to petting a jellyfish or something.

I'm going to find a giant jelly fish and wear it ontop of me, like a big mu-mu...right now.

They're that a lot in Japan right now. You should see all the J-pop bands. All about the jelly fish mu-mus. It caused a bad injury at a recent concert cause the mu-mu flew off and landed in a guy's eye.

when i was little i found a dead jellyfish on the beach and tried to get people to give me a dollar to have their photo taken with it. i didn't exactly bank on that one.

Funny you say that! I tried that exact same thing, Mallory. Except I made people pay me a dollar not to kill their pets at night...In retrospect those two things are nothing alike.

Ultimately it ended when I got hurt. One of the pets flew off and hit me in the eye. And guess what. It was a pet Jelly fish.

"Radiate"

You radiate
Inside yourself
Hiding
All the finer things,
Keeping for your own desire
All those imperfections
That somehow make you
Undeniably perfect -
And you stay there in your quiet corner
Calmly hoping someday
You'll find someone
To take you
Away to better places,
Wishing it would be soon,
Wanting it to be now,
But never giving anyone a chance
To touch the heart
That gently bleeds
Inside of you,
Or taste the lips
That softly quiver
As another tear rains down
Your lovely face.

oh yeah, "Radiate" Copyright 2000 Seth Mills

Dude I remember that poem. Those were once the lyrics to that old favorite, The F Song. It's still a good poem. Better than the song was, actually. It's a good thing I never pared the poem with the music, or it would have been a horrible contrast. Horribibble.

You never shared the F Song with me though. Sure would have like to have heard it.

I'll describe it. Short (not even four minutes, if I remember correctly) tight, extremely complex rhythms, it changes keys three times I think, heavy, moshy, pretty cool.

Maybe I'll try to record it. For most of the aforementioned reasons, though, it'd be tough.

It sounds like it's right up your alley though. It'd be cool to hear it, but don't make it your special project or anything. Just whenever if you'd like - or not.

And now for a persuasive article I just wrote.

Hating the Blind Isn’t Racist

Blind people are stupid, or maybe they are just lazy. I don’t know. But I mean seriously, how stupid do you have to be not to be able to see. I’ve been looking at stuff since I was probably like three or four. It’s not that hard, just move your eyes, look, move your eyes, look. So blind people must be dumber than a toddler. I mean, even dogs can see, smart fish can probably see too. I don’t know, I mean I’m no scientist, but fish seem to get around without running into too much stuff. And they don’t use those stupid sticks, or dogs either. Which is another thing, how stupid are you if you have to bring a dog with you to do basic skills. I don’t bring a dog with me to a restaurant to figure out how big a tip to leave. Because I’m smart enough to figure out what the freakin’ fifteen percent tip is, and I’m certainly smart enough to be able to see my check, unlike a dumb blind person. And we definately aren’t helping them by giving them all these sticks and dogs. I mean you don’t give a fat person one of those wheelchairs with a motor in it, you don’t give ugly people a mask to wear do you? No. You tell the fat person to get off his lazy butt and walk to the frikkin’ MacDonalds. And when you see an ugly person, you ignore them in a demeaning way and if they insist on talking to you, you ostracize that ugly ho until they do something about it. I mean buy some sort of ointment, or maybe a new shirt, get a haircut, whatever. Either way the blind aren't going to learn to see if we keep giving them sticks and dogs. When you want to teach a baby to swim, you throw the little punk off a pier and let him figure it out. He’ll thrash around for a while, probably scream and cry, but he’ll learn to swim. And if he doesn’t, well then the problem is still solved. I say put a blind person in the middle of the freeway and take away his stupid little dog, and gay little stick. He’ll learn to see what’s coming at him real quick, and if he doesn’t well then you’ll have one less blind guy in the world. Pff, blind people. They’re almost as dumb as the elderly. Don’t even get me started on those idiots.

That was truly a great work from a creativly grotesque genious, Mr. Houser, and I applaud your achievements. Well done, and oh how insightful. The next time I happen to gaze upon a hapless visually impaired person I will undoubtedly be cast into your perfectly written rhotomaontade and find joy in thrashing the little homo with his (or her) stick, after which I will douse the Devil's Spawn with kerosene and light him on fire, thus sending him back to the depths of Hell from whence he came. Oh, how I can only hope I see one soon...

Someone shared this funny story with me. I'll share it with all of you.

In a crowded city at a busy bus stop, a beautiful young woman who was waiting for a bus was wearing a tight mini skirt. As the bus stopped, and it was her turn to get on, she became aware that her skirt was too tight to allow her leg to come up to the height of the first step of the bus. Slightly embarassed and with a quick smile to the bus driver she reached behind to unzip her skirt a little, thinking that this would give her enough slack to raise her leg.

Again, she tried to make the step only to discover she still couldn't. So, a little more embarrassed, she once again reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little more, and for the second time attempted the step. Once again, much to her chagrin, she could not raise her leg. With a little smile to the driver, she AGAIN reached behind to unzip a little more and AGAIN was unable to.

About this time, a large Texan who was standing behind her, picked her up easily by the waist and placed her gently on the step of the bus. She went ballistic and turned to the would-be-Samaritan, yelling:"How dare you touch my body! I don't even know who you are!"

The Texan smiled and drawled,"Well Ma'am, normally I would agree with you, but after you unzipped my fly three times, I kinda figured we was friends."

O.K. Here's one for all my dear sisters at misconstrued! (No offense to the guys.)

Eve's Conversation With God

Eve said,"Lord, I have a problem."
"What's the problem,Eve?"
"I know that you created me and provided this beautiful garden and all of these wonderful animals, as well as that hilarious comedic snake, but I'm just not happy."
"And why is that Eve?"
"Lord, I am lonely, and I'm sick to death of apples."
"Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for you."
"Man? What is that Lord?"
"A flawed creature, with many bad traits. He'll lie, cheat and be vain; all in all, he'll give you a hard time. But he'll be bigger, faster and will like to hunt and kill things. I'll create him in such a way that he will satisfy your physical needs. He will be witless and will revel in childish things like fighting and kicking a ball about. He won't be as smart as you, so he will also need your advice to think properly."

"Sounds GREAT, says Eve with ironically raised eyebrows,"but what's the catch Lord?"

"Well....you can have him on one condition."

"And what's that Lord?

"As I said, he'll be proud, arrogant and self-admiring....so you will have to let him believe that I made him first. And it will have to be our little secret....you know, woman to woman."

Reminds me of what Holmes said in Prologue: "Man has his will - but woman has her way". Except for the whole God is a Woman thing anyway.

Indeed.

I'm happy to say I just hunted down and killed three blind people. Next I'm headed to Deafland to take out those idiots who are too moronic to hear. No no, don't defend them.

I think a couple new songs might be on the next EP. It might not even be an EP anymore. I'm a wishy washy kinda guy.

When I say NEW songs I mean songs that were previously not planned to be there... not like, songs you haven't heard... cause that's kinda obvious.

Wow. This is awesome and scary at the same time. So much to see, so much I shouldn't see. Jon you sound like an awesome guy. . .do I know you? And thanks. I originally signed on to tell everyone about the bigger-and-better-than-JMZ's-EP ADGI EP, entitled, "If You Hate The World, Then Just Go Home". You should buy it. Just send check or money order to Jeremy Myers, head of the Misconstruedthoughts Record Division. How much should it be for? How much do you have? We'll not take more than you have. . .so start ordering today!! It'll have great songs on it! Really. You'll dance. Sorta. Its good stuff really. And much better than JMZ, because, well it is. Duh.

thursday, when you gonna get here?
for about a hundred weeks i fear.
thursday escaped and ran off from me.
so i set a trap, stood back to see
like a bigfoot sighting 11:59 wed night
sit real still, get warm, stay quiet.
But thursdays so quick.
I had to chase it with a stick!

Awwwwwww snizzap. I'll buy your EP, Javann. Maybe. If it's 5 bucks. Cause I owe you one.

i'm a painting in beliefs i'm too scared
to loosen with my lips
and my hands are less clear
with blurry proclamation
my hands are more honest
though consumed in hopeful fear
they draw the conversations
i've stapled to my walls

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