Story

What to fear but fear its self? She thought this was stupid as she stood at the side of the stairs preparing herself to continue what seemed like the longest trip to the basement she had ever had. Grandma had simply told her to go get the meat out of the freezer. She did not eat meat anyway, why was she having to go fetch it. She wasn't sure why she was scared. Actually she was sure. She new exactly how her father died, she had seen him do it. She used to live with her Grandma. It was her Dad, her grandma, and the dog. At least until there was no more Dad; she had lived with the three of them. Now she simply visited the crazy lady. She liked it more this way. She like it because it kept her away from those memories. She carried a lot of bad memories from this house.
"Janie come on already" she heard Grandma getting impatient.
"I am coming" Janie replied.
So Janie cleared all that mush out of her mind and continued down the stairs like nothing followed her, like nothing haunted her. She found the pork tenderloin and ran up the stairs.
"I am inviting Earl to come over to join us. You know he is so fond of you"
I knew only too well Earl was "fond" of me. For years I wished he had not been. I hope now the childish charm I was once had was now all rubbed off.
I heard Earl's booming voice "Howdie girls" He walked in like he owned the place and I guess in a way he did. I wondered if a person owned the inhabitants of a place did that mean they owned the place too?

Is This True?

My Fears

1. Everything spilling out of my backpack and onto the floor and me having to scuttle around to retrieve my belongings.
2. Strangulation. But even more specific hands around my neck.
3. Cuts and wounds.
4. Killing a Squirrel. (Capitalized on purpose)
5. Ants on my lunch.
6. Being next to someone who smells like sour apple.
7. Losing my eyebrows.
8. People going crazy. And me not understanding.
9. Bad dreams.
10. Bloody Noses.
11. Being stuck in a small place.
12. Quietness.
13. Snakes, leeches, spiders, and all jellyfish. Except moon jellies and polyp jellies.
14. The number 13.

My Dream

Last night I had a dream. It was very strange. Dreams seem to be strange but what do they mean? My grandmother is in a dream class. She says they decipher every little detail of every dream. So here is mine...
It is kinds foggy now because its was over twelve hours ago. But as I remember it my boyfriend and I were in a mall like building with my two friends- Ally and Natasha*. There was another person there and I remember them to be an antagonist to the story. I can not remember every detail but I do remember that My friend Ally was murdered by the unknown antagonist and I remember the bad guy murdering my friend Natasha, just like he murdered Ally. I remember something like my boyfriend jumping in and finishing off Natasha but I can not be sure about that. So now both my friends have been violently murdered. The bad guy whom in my mind is a grayish blob comes at me. He has me on a bed and is holding me down. He has his hands around my throat. And then in my dream my boy friend tackles him and starts fighting with the antagonist eventually killing him. My boyfriend murders the bad guy in the same way the bad guy was trying to kill me. Strangulation. (My greatest fear, next to having an open back pack). After all of these murders happen my boyfriend and I end up trying to cover up everything. And then I woke up.
There are many unanswered questions here. I don't know what any of this means. Needless to say I woke up in a bit of a different way this morning. Although this is not my first violent dream. I will save you and not get into that. I would like to know the reason we have the dreams we do. It can not be that I want my friends murdered. Maybe it is a sign of that we are not as close as we used to be? Maybe it means I want to go the mall and buy fur. I don't know. Does anyone? Is there any point in a dream class. It seems like all bullshit to me. It seems way to abstract and it is too easy to interpret a dream in a billion different ways. No one interpretation is the same. Does our subconscious even know what our dreams mean?


*Names changed for privacy

Hot Potatoe Real Esate

Manage with Care

Manage with Care
Or you best beware
I will slice and dice
And won’t think twice

Vagrants can run
But it will only be fun
To crush and burn
And deny you your turn

You may say I am silly
But hold you willy
Opps you look like a clown
With your pants all down

It is not very hard
Listen to that bard
He will sing you the way
But first you must pay

No one said it was easy
If only you were not so sleazy
You’d be on Scotland Yard
Holding the book on avant-garde

But instead you have been you before
Unoriginal and standing for
All that is elfish and crude
Hey dude I conclude you’re screwed

A Sponge By Any Other Name Would Not Smell As Fishy

The Marine Sponge is one of the most helpful organisms to scientists today that is because the sponge is so old, ancient I tell you. The Sponge is also one of the simplest multicellular animals on earth. Sponges are immobile and live by filtering detritus or dead organisms from the water. The sponges have amazing filtering system. Sponges grow in clusters from rocks on the ocean floor, which consist of colonies of cells.

Sponges are brainless without any organs which to speak. More importantly no nervous system; this is more important because scientist study sponges to further understand the human nervous system. Why? You ask. Good question I say. Because of an important thing called exaptation. Exaptation is a process where evolution co-opts existing structures for another purpose. This is important to know to understand sponges further. An important feature in the immune system is being able to distinguish “self” from “non-self”. Without this capability the organism fights its own cells because it cannot distinguish the difference between the organism cells and enemy cells. Sponges use this method too.

I think we can all agree that sponges are more intelligent and all together more powerful than any of us could of imaged. Think twice before you wash the next pan.

Too Questions

So lately I have been thinking Mario does not understand me at all. He picked me up around Christmas that was two months ago. I have been staying with him ever since I guess I was new and exciting and there were jitters jittering everywhere and it appeared he was doing really well but lately I am not so sure. It is easy. I promise. It says so everywhere, follow the instructions- keep me clean and I will be happy. The manufacturer (oh he is so nice) even provided guidelines for me. I am relatively low maintenance and need just slight care. I would love to remind Mario how much harder it could be for him. But being the nice one I am I never say anything. But oh boy would I ever. I could yell at him until I was blue in the face. Although you and I both know no one ever really turns blue. It is a well known fact.
Now I know I would have you believe that it is positively terrible for me living with him. Honestly though it is not too bad. There truly are some perks. Some of my favorite times are when we wake up. Usually earlier than I would like but Mario has to work. It is a true pleasure and convenience for me that I am not a worker. For a while I was a model. Nothing special I was just like an average model kind of like being a LandsEnd pajama girl or a JcPenny commercial lady. When he rolls out of bed and takes and extra second just to look at me that is when I know. I feel like I am the only one in the world, that I contain all the beauty in the universe. Even thinking about that one moment everyday brings water to my eyes. It is the most wonderful truest thing I have yet to find. But boys like Mario will never understand that. The concept is too unfathomable. Boys like that our too focused on themselves to see outside a two inch radius around there bodies. Sometimes you might find one that can see the sky at night. Or one that would try and understand what you mean when you tell them something. Something like one of those things that never leaves you that is so close to you, for me it is my fears.
I worry Mario will find someone else and forget about me. I have my pamphlet and I want to say listen Mario I need this from you or I need that. But I cannot do that that is against the rules. We have rules for a reason. It is hard for us once we get to a place we are comfortable we settle down and start to plan things. Look at things and appreciate them. I worry that once the new girl comes along he will forget to take care of me and I will die. I am not asking to be trimmed or cut just water and turned.