Cuddle Fish Video: "Home" 1000 Times

Merry Christmas, fellow AlphaNuRoswellians!
--Q and Weldon

Opposites

This is a question to all of you. How many words or phrases are there that literally mean opposite things but have come to mean the same thing.

Examples:

I'm up for it, I'm down for it.
That sucks. That blows.
That girls hot, she's stone cold.

And also we've been playing this game at the office lately where we try to get really obvious movie titles like

"What's that thriller where that guy gets trapped in a phone booth"..."Phone booth?"

or

"What's that movie with Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher where something happens in Vegas?" "What Happens in Vegas?"

Sonnet for a Hindu Goddess

Sleep! The only fear is Her arousal./
An Intimacy that will still our hearts,/
lest peace stirs, and my courage less than full!/
Daft denial - the cup spills over; art/
becomes what it once wasn't: we decay./
Forgetting our trysts, we crucify pain,/
and serve an injustice, both night and day,/
that tortures love, and puts trust in our chains./
Witness this death! Destroy this enemy/
of truth! Love this death that pertains to you!/
Burn the pride that betrays this memory!/
Adore Her, and the marriage she owes you;/
and see her retain all strength, "La Morte"./
Only then, we can retain what is true!/

Final Farewell

Open Your Eyes When You Put Things Into Perspective

I couldn't believe I had said that.
Wait a minute! I can't believe I almost began to feel that I was the one in the wrong. I have both felt things and been in the wrong before. But I was so far past it, I shouldn't have gone back to feeling again.

I know that it was his insecurities asking me for direction. Leeching on to whatever disgusting soul that came nearer. He was the one who had walked into the room and noticed me noticing his new haircut and fresh shave. I like to believe that if he had simply walked into the room and not made a big deal about it, the whole thing would have been, "close the book and put it on the shelf".

That's what old Nelson would have said. Nelson was the dog I had found alone on a construction site; the site I used as a shortcut to get to the coffee house, where I did my people watching. I use to take Nelson there and I'd say, "close the book and put it on the shelf" after everybook I finished. He like it when I talked to him. People should always talk to their dogs, or dog, if you only have one.

Only I didn't have a dog anymore and if I did he wouldn't be talking back. He had been silenced by the same thing that had silenced Little Macky. Little Macky was silenced after he had seen his mom and Mr. Ramirez doing the deed. He was trapped in the closet and he had seen Mr. Ramirez slap his mother across the face while they did the deed. Little Macky was not a dog, but he had been silenced.

Getting back to my story at hand, this guy made it so much worse by talking about it. Announcing to the public that he had these ongoing issues with hiding himself from people. Never truly embracing his own wretchedness, and so he went on stumbling within his own society because of it. Every man has an inexplicable wretchedness inside of them, dying to be revealed; so he makes himself a master at burying his wretchedness. And he buries it next to where he buries his heart. Most of us don't dig that deep and both resurface from their graves!

You must continue to embrace that wretchedness within you. Once you've understood it, "close the book and put it on the shelf". Let others read it if they want to. Let them eat from the tree of knowledge and drink from the tainted fountain. We all die, and at least someone will have read your story!

I am speaking of an inexplicable wretchedness, and what is worse is that people can't make up their minds as to whether or not to speak to dogs. Dogs notice the stuff other people notice; this is why they whine when there is nothing to whine about. Dogs want you to recognize their cognition. Dogs can even see your emotions.

If old Nelson would have been there he would have seen through his defences like one can see a light bulb through a paper wall. He was so unsure, or insecure, that he recognized his own transparency and began to shake. No one could speak of it, for it would have made them seem like a child calling out amongst grey folk. It was bad enough that he was so anxious in front of us, but there were women around. He truly proved himself despicable.

I hope those girls go home and tell their grannies about it and they all have one big ol' laugh over it. I sure didn't, not even when I was alone at home later. Since I didn't immediately laugh in front of his face, I had pretty much lost a desire to do so at any future time.

I tried to observe the faces of those around me to gauge how awkward my society had become because of this human being. I felt as though, between the two of us, one had betrayed the other. I admired and feared the pragmatism that shone on all their faces (except his, of course). I began to like this fear, it felt safe within itself.

"Stonewall Nelson!"

I use to shout that at Nelson and he'd bark for my guests. He was such a good dog, and I loved him.

I glanced at Stacy, and she hadn't missed a moment of this company's interactions. I loved her for that. Later I would get the chance to thank her for the tea.

It had to be done