day in the life

Wherein I Use My Powers for Evil…

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments
…and totally make a mash-up of Auntie Mame and Dune.
I just want to remind readers that clicking on the links is like seeing a bit of the chaos that lives (and sings, musn’t forget singing – Oh, no. Musn’t.) in my head.

 

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

 

 

Wanna hear something really stupid?  I often fear what people might say or think about me.

According to some of my recent Psychology professors, that makes me both narcissistic AND paranoid. Awesome.
I don’t truly think that this is the truth of the matter.  I think it’s more a case of how I was raised, what I think of myself, and how I insert into the world at large.  That’s not the whole of me, though. That’s not the bits what matter.

I am an adventurer. I am Bene Gesserit. I am Irene Cara singing her heart out and assuring you that you ARE gonna like and remember her. I am a woman with a box unfolding in the top of my head, letting in possibility. The Sleeper has awoken!

Source: http://pantsareterrible.blogspot.com/2010/10/dune-mecca-of-awesome.html

And not just because a sexy man wearing bits of a car tire stepped out of a steam shower.
Noooo.

Heh.
OK. Maybe a LITTLE.

Can we just pause here?

Thanks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moving on.

Like those women and adventurers in Herbert’s books – I am ready to test my mettle. To put my hand in the box and see what I can do. See what I am capable of. To see if I can end a sentence without a preposition. no, apparently not.

 

 

 

Life is a banquet someone wise1 once said. It’s time to eat it up!

Source: http://www.neatorama.com/2011/06/30/dune-in-candy/

 

 

 

 

 

For she is the Cracked-Up Had-Enough. ;D 
(ooh, maybe the profs WERE right!) 
1 – Mame!  As in MAME!  I’m gonna live forever! I’m gonna learn how to fly! High!

Any Given School Day

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments

Even on a good day, she feels
bereft. Alone. Hunted and haunted.

Her head is a circle of eyes,
each staring in a different direction.
All of them blind.
If there is anything to see, she doesn’t know.
She cannot lift her chin from her chest to find out.

When requested or required to speak in class
there is a rabbit-thump reverb in her voice.
Skyrocketing towards stroke.
If it is noticed, she doesn’t know.
She is too busy berating herself for the fear.

There is too much.
Too much noise, too much silence.
Too much light and absence of same.
It is far too loud, bright, dim, quiet.

Buses and stairs are a problem.
Empty, they are menacing.
Full, they are the same.

Each startled jump
makes her even more self-conscious
and more likely to do it again.

The whole thing is a product
of her own imagining.

She looks at her works,
her grades, her thoughts, her words.
The story they tell seems obvious
to everyone but her.

It will pass.
It will get better.
This will all become common and safe.
It has happened before.
It will happen again.

It will happen again.

Ante Meridian Thoughts

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments

 

 

 

 

3:43 AM is when you sit back in your office chair and listen to your house. You can hear the creaks and pops as it settles. The wind as it rattles against a loose shingle. You can hear the train as it goes by some five miles away.

You’d think it’d be lonely.

It isn’t, though. It’s strangely full of content. The people you love are asleep, just down the hall. The cat is purring and bashing his head into your foot.

It’s almost time to go to bed. Finish the final dregs of my tea. Wrap my fleecy blanket around me and snuggle into my comfortable bed.

Heh.
I might even sleep.