Broken Flight

Wings fluttering hard
Against cement
Flecked with obsidian
This cuts my fingers
Turns them white with torn layers of skin

Tiny wings:
Colored to hide in wooded secrecy
Stand proudly against the drab grey of the morning
Shadowed pavement cold
Inches from the blinding sun

Small and helpless
Wings softer than silk
Are trying to fly
Panic desperate
Faith and fear
Keep you fluttering
Beating your wings

Tiny
Cannot fly
Your soft body heaving hard
Again
And again
Against the shard-walk

You are not strong enough to live
You will die soon
As Darwin dictated
You will have to sacrifice yourself
Waiting anguished
Extinguishing in pain
To serve another creature

Waiting pain
Quietly and quickly end it
Save you
By killing you

But is it right of me to take your life?
Which you seem to cling to
As you cling to my finger
In my cupped child-hands
You spend your energy
Not escaping

Soft wings
You leave cold dust on my hands

I am cursed
Steinbeck’s simpleton
You are soft
Contact comforting

Was it mercy that I killed you?
Is it ever mercy that kills?
Can you forgive me for what I did to you?
I’m sorry

I wish I could have seen you fly.

Greatest Site EVER!!!!

So boredom has dictated that I find something to do on el inter-web. This said I scowered Google for something worth my interest. Lo and Behold I have found the Holy Grail of RANDOM!!!!

http://www.superbad.com/ - it makes no sense, you randomly click your way through a series of webpages/images but it is infinitely fascinating because it has no logic to it. It goes on forever. Long Live Surrealism!!

http://www.intute.ac.uk/artsandhumanities/cgi-bin/fullrecord.pl?handle=artifact565 - the origins of SuperBad. it all makes sense.

if that doesn't suit your fancy pick something else
http://www.bored.com/

Curiosity killed the magic.

The smell of rain is a magic in and of itself, especially here in the desert. Probably because rain is a kind of magic, the wetness as it falls from the sky like a rite of purification. For centuries literary masters have taken the ideas of rain and run with them. Off the top of my head I can’t think of an example but I know they have. The smell of it, before and after the rain, has inspired authors and poets as much as the rain itself.

Of course, being captain curiosity I had to find out what makes rain smell. I felt sadly robbed of the magic when I found out it’s the smell of bacteria. You can buy it in a bottle. I think a little part of my soul just died. Damn you science!!!

Here, see for yourself. Science kills a small part of the magic of youth: http://www.weatherchannel.com.au/WWSM/images/0003/GlobalImages/30933.pdf

The History of "Nerd"

There is some debate over the origin of the word nerd, some say it was first recorded by Dr. Seuss, however scientific and literary evidence to the contrary has recently come to light. According to the American Heritage Dictionary the word "nerd, undefined but illustrated, first appeared in 1950 in Dr. Seuss's If I Ran the Zoo: 'And then, just to show them, I'll sail to Ka-Troo And Bring Back an It-Kutch a Preep and a Proo A Nerkle a Nerd and a Seersucker, too!'" citing Dr. Seuss as the origin of the word.
Long before Dr Seuss, in the Elizabethan court, there was Wiley Shockespair –a knock off of the much better known William Shakespeare- who wrote such works as MacNugget, Julius Ceaser Salad, and OJello. Where Shakespeare wrote "Turn Hellhound, Turn" in Macbeth, Shockespair wrote "Come back here, you nerd!" proving that the word "nerd" was in existence long before 1950. Although Shockespair's use of the word "nerd" suggests an insult definition is not explicitly provided. However there are records of the word nerd go back even farther.
The assassination of Julius Caesar may have been a tragedy but Caesar had the last laugh. According to the diary kept by Brutus, Caesar's final words were not "et tu Brute?" as suggested by many but rather "Brute, vos es a nerd," roughly translating to "Brutus, you are a nerd," Caesar died laughing. Apparently the insult made Brutus cry, according to his diary.
Even before the Romans or the Egyptians there were the cavemen. Upon examining several cave paintings in Montana, archaeologists came to the conclusion that a prominent character in all of the paintings appeared to be a secluded and sickly male who managed to stay alive only through protection. He was apparently protected because of his invaluable ability to fix and create things. Unfortunately he created a Mastodon Whistle designed to call mastodons; when he tried it out he was trampled to death. Evidently his last utterance was a noise to the effect of "NEEEEEARD." This concept corroborates a fossilized caveman who was apparently crushed to death. The fossilized skeleton was found with what appears to be an animal skin pocket protector.
Evidently the word "nerd" dates back beyond memory and history so one can assume that nerds have played a notable enough role in history to be remembered for millions of years. Those people strong enough to claim the moniker of nerd for themselves should stand up and be proud of their vast heritage. *
*note: This entire article is fictional and made up; but then, most of history is. You know George Washington never cut down a cherry tree!