A Day in the Life of the Africa Stain
Grant Wallace
My anxiety is getting the better of me. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Always promptly followed by a sense of false hope and an immediate rejection. I feel like The Plague is more popular than I am and it’s not like that helps any. He kills 15,000 people in a single reading yet everyone wants him. And it’s not like he’s all that different from me. Bound and branded, inked in numbers, costing next to nothing, hundreds of us just waiting to be picked off. Yet by the end of the day, they’re all gone and I’m the only one left. Am I that disgusting? Am I jealous? Am I jealous of Anne Frank? It’s gotten so bad I can’t even been stolen. Dam The Criminal Justice. I’m now the last of my kind, used and abused and covered in dried coffee. Oh, the stain. The stain of all stains. Every time someone touches me they instantly pull away. It’s true, the biggest moments in your life happen in just a few sounds and before you know it, you’ve turned from new and loved to sad and stained. I call it the Africa Stain because of the way it’s shaped. I tell myself it’s unique and endearing but then I’d just be lying to myself. And I know better than that. Once a customer suggested I be moved to the Monsters and Grotesque section. Those were dark times but I’m better now. I’ve accepted my fate and learned to live with my scar. I fall asleep each night reading Essentials of Children’s Literature. It relaxes me. But only the 5th edition, not 6th. I feel more comfortable with books my own age.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
EES.
Grant Wallace
Creative Process
8/25/09
Creation Myth
It started with a start button. It was shaped like a NES controller only it was more aptly titled back then as the EES, earth entertainment system. The Controller came from another controller that came from another controller and so on. It was made this way so everyone knew where he or she came from without question. An infinite amount controllers.
The Controller was also self-programmed so He could press the button upon his own request. Which is to say, in our human lifetime, the start button has only been pressed once. Before that it is unclear since The Controller decides on His own when he wishes to press the button. This is also to say that we are at His mercy and everything could evaporate and start over within minutes, just like when NES would randomly shut off and we would have to start over from the beginning.
However, it’s not as fickle as it may seem. The Controller set up some game rules for his creation to follow by promising to spare their lives in return. The Controller unfortunately hid these rules in a cheat, which no one has yet to figure out. Upon figuring out this answer, we can only assume that we will have either figured out something extraordinary or made Him incredibly mad thus resulting in Him pressing the start button. So in a certain aspect, it is exactly as fickle as it seems but we can rest assured this is all part of the process because He believes in karma too. Which, of course, is where karma was invented.
After The Controller invented the new earth, He instilled karma into every living thing. This was the best he could do because after all, how can one thing keep watch on everyone at every time everywhere? Exactly, He can’t, so he did the next best thing and made a system where if you did something well, you were rewarded, and vice versa.
After karma was created, he then pressed the up button to make the sky, the down button to make the ocean, and the left and right keys to make wind. He pressed the A button and a man appeared, then He pressed the B button and a women appeared. Lastly, He put in his secret code and a mutt animal appeared which could reduplicate itself into a variety of other animals. After all of this, The Controller was satisfied and went into a deep hibernation until the fateful day when the code is figured out.
Creative Process
8/25/09
Creation Myth
It started with a start button. It was shaped like a NES controller only it was more aptly titled back then as the EES, earth entertainment system. The Controller came from another controller that came from another controller and so on. It was made this way so everyone knew where he or she came from without question. An infinite amount controllers.
The Controller was also self-programmed so He could press the button upon his own request. Which is to say, in our human lifetime, the start button has only been pressed once. Before that it is unclear since The Controller decides on His own when he wishes to press the button. This is also to say that we are at His mercy and everything could evaporate and start over within minutes, just like when NES would randomly shut off and we would have to start over from the beginning.
However, it’s not as fickle as it may seem. The Controller set up some game rules for his creation to follow by promising to spare their lives in return. The Controller unfortunately hid these rules in a cheat, which no one has yet to figure out. Upon figuring out this answer, we can only assume that we will have either figured out something extraordinary or made Him incredibly mad thus resulting in Him pressing the start button. So in a certain aspect, it is exactly as fickle as it seems but we can rest assured this is all part of the process because He believes in karma too. Which, of course, is where karma was invented.
After The Controller invented the new earth, He instilled karma into every living thing. This was the best he could do because after all, how can one thing keep watch on everyone at every time everywhere? Exactly, He can’t, so he did the next best thing and made a system where if you did something well, you were rewarded, and vice versa.
After karma was created, he then pressed the up button to make the sky, the down button to make the ocean, and the left and right keys to make wind. He pressed the A button and a man appeared, then He pressed the B button and a women appeared. Lastly, He put in his secret code and a mutt animal appeared which could reduplicate itself into a variety of other animals. After all of this, The Controller was satisfied and went into a deep hibernation until the fateful day when the code is figured out.
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