The Shamrock Open - A shot of Rock and Rye will clear that cough right up (742 hits)
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Submitted by simple_catalyst (View user info) at 2006-02-22 09:24:01 EST
I step out into the dew coated morning. Sparse elusive drops glitter across the greening grass and I feel alive, real, and aware of myself. The joy in the moment is a mere cultivation of my emotional psyche crammed into a single moment.
Then I cough and the perfection is banished from existence. The morning breeze flitters across the wooden porch and I shiver. The screen door on the side creaks open and I can hear his sneakers on the ancient pine.
"Up early?"
He already has a bottle in his hand and as he takes a pull I watch the arm bend and raise the bottle to his scruffy lips. My hands are in my pocket searching for the remnants of last night's pack of smokes.
"Sunrise. Nothing quite like it, eh?"
The cigarette is to my lips and the flame springs from my hands to it. There is something surreal about an early morning smoke, now if only I had some fucking coffee. He sits on the rocking chair evoking a sweetly eerie creak against the slow increase of light.
I cough, the spasm running through my body and spit. He grins at my discomfort and holds out the bottle.
"A shot of Rock and Rye will clear that cough right up."
I nod taking the bottle from him and allow the liquid to roll down my insides. I can hear him laughing as I grimace slightly. It is innately difficult to drink in the morning after a full night of debauchery. He goes back inside and I can hear him rummaging through his album collection.
I turn and lean against the feeble wooden rail alternating drags of smoke and pulls from the bottle. Dylan pours forth from the phonograph.
"But, sooner or later, one of us must know..."
I step out onto the wet grass and stare across the skyline. The warmness in my gut is quickly becoming a blanket in my mind. I toss the cigarette and breath in, attempting to pull life into me. The sunlight cascades across the yard and a fragment of broken light catches my eyes. The screen door bangs shut.
"Hey man," I turn holding the bottle in his direction and pointing in the opposite. "Figure there's a pot of gold at the other end?"
He steps down off the porch and takes the bottle from my grasp.
"You know rainbows are different for every one? Has to do with how tall you are or something. Depending on your height you see it different from anyone else, the angle of the reflection into your eyes."
I stare at the glimmering shield running across my vision. He tosses the bottle and it arcs onto the porch with a reckless abandonment.
"So theoretically, it's not the same for anyone, very subjective thing 'light.'"
It beats against my face and I shrug trying to feel all of the muscles that move to perform the gesture, as though I might need to recall, at some future point, what it is to shrug.
"Light isn't subjective jackass, just the way people view it. We're subjective and only to an extent. Certain properties exist regardless of our take on them."
He grunts and shakes his head.
"You're wrong," he pauses "and buzzed."
I smile and climb the steps, one foot then the next, until I'm sitting in the rocking chair.
My feet prop themselves up on the rail and my hands cradle my neck.
"Some moments, days, hours," I chuckle, "and rays of light are so much more vivid than others, but realistically they're dependent on me. Still are what they are."
He looks to the bottle. His wistful expression seems wasted on it, even if it did stop my cough. Dylan wails to a close and I sigh closing my eyes and leaning back, the floor creaking beneath me. My desperate attempts to solidify the now become inappropriate in the brevity of the moment. He walks back toward the door again but stops before he enters.
"Fuck it, time and light. Life's all nostalgia anyway."
I stand up on the porch infused with the slight wisps of intoxication and a burning desire. I move forward and my feet notice the change from wood to grass to pavement; I'm smiling. If we all see different rainbows, then everyone's got a different end, a different pot and that's subjective. The fact that it's out there isn't. No time to waste on forced coughs when there's this illusion to chase. Happiness is a place I search forever.
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Submitted by carbon (user info) at 2007-06-21 22:49:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by gwenwyvar (user info) at 2007-06-21 10:57:07 EDT (#)
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Submitted by FlakMonkey (user info) at 2007-06-21 10:43:06 EDT (#)
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Submitted by raebuf (user info) at 2007-06-20 12:45:13 EDT (#)
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Awesome post, dickweed.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-02-23 14:05:40 EST (#)
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This was fine.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-02-23 10:07:56 EST (#)
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Bring me a mango from the south
Pour me a drink from the bottle
And one for you
'Cause we're empty as the desert
As we drift from west to east
On the borderline everything is empty, even you and I
'Cause we're moving from east to west
Across the gray, it's meaningless
On the borderline nothing is real except for you and I
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-02-23 00:35:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Very good.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-02-22 19:01:27 EST (#)
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auto +2 for rock and rye
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-22 12:25:19 EST (#)
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very cool
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-02-22 12:01:43 EST (#)
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Well... Last night I emailed myself my submission so that I could post it first thing this morning from work..
and the attachment is blank. Sorry, Simple, you'll have to wait until I get home tonight (at 6:00Pm PT) I'll submit then
crap crap crap crap crap
-2DIE ME
Submitted by Susie_Derkins (user info) at 2006-02-22 11:34:51 EST (#)
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Posh.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-02-22 11:10:30 EST (#)
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"You know rainbows are different for every one? Has to do with how tall you are or something. Depending on your height you see it different from anyone else, the angle of the reflection into your eyes."
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Is that true? I never thought about it...
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2006-02-22 10:13:47 EST (#)
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Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:57:03 EST (#)
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:48:13 EST (#)
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"And life is grand
And I will say this at the risk of falling from favor
With those of you who have appointed yourselves
To expect us to say something darker
And love is real
And though I realize this is not a deep observation
To those of you who find it necessary
To conceal love or obscure it, as is the fashion"
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:44:48 EST (#)
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Liked it.
Submitted by PokeyPecker (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:41:27 EST (#)
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Nice.
Submitted by Amorphous (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:38:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
WOOOOOo
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:28:42 EST (#)
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Half a cup of rock n rye.