Jack Frost The cold biting wind spreads Jack Frost's fingers over my window. The fire inside is desperately fighting to stop the cold at it's portal. Unwrapping myself from my blankets, walking waking, and warming. I start to the fuel, and with sudden gusto, I hastily feed the inferno. I feel it's searing warmth on my face, balanced by the cold nipping at my backside. The wind now kicks up, it is pompous and does not like to be negated. It forcefully pushes on my window, and pulls away my warmth. Frantic to guard it, I begin to feed the fickle fire. But the cold, the cold is worse, vouchsafing only itself. With a last effort, I enrage the flame, and it explodes forth, and the wind stops, beginning to creep back. But now I am burnt by my own hubris, the fire has become too hot, and has whisked it's burning soul too fast. The fire slowly dies, and the wind is brought anew. It causes the
Jack In The Box: Ep 6 "What the fuck do you think you're doing son!? Dammit!" Jack watched as profanity and spittle exploded from his fathers mouth. Seconds before his father had barged into the room, catching his son running a password algorithm on a government database. Jack jumped and cut the program as fast as possible and turned around to face his father's beat red face which proceeded to scream hysterically at him. "I'm taking your terminal away!" Cold steel bit into Jack's heart, becoming hyper sensitive as adrenalin raced through his system. "You can't do that!" Jack retaliated "It's my only chance of success. How am I supposed to get anywhere without a private computer?" His father glared at him. "The only thing you'll succeed in, doing what you're doing now, is becoming the bitch of every slimebag in federal prison!" Jac
Portal PoemsFour score and seven minutes agoMy cube was gone, I'm naught but woeAnd in this box of me and sadI know now, I'll never be GLaD--O mine box with perfect dimensionsWhy hath deny my romantic intentions?I'd like to cut free these hard wired tensions.--With gun in my handI do leaps and do jumpsNow throw up in airFrom vertigo made lumps--These beans, these beansThese magically made fruitI know not were they come fromBut I eat, and I root.--I know not if the sea is boiling hotOr if it is night or dayAll I do now is sit on my porch"Hey-Hey!--Hey-Hey!"--"Are you still there?"I do not know anymoreCome now and gone byWas my dear sweet LenoreI guess now I shall bar the doorAnd stay here--Quoth the Raven "Forevermore"--Welcome to the Aperture Science Enrichment CenterWe take good things and make them betterBut if you happen to break down and cryOn the floor you shall forever lie.--I have each portalOne orange, one blueThey can only be multipliedBy num
HeftThere is a certain set of weightHence come forth from hellThe press and push of this large gaitDoes take, cook, and tellI surround myself with the demonsThat set this weight on meThem brought forth from my summonsAnd with them now I plea"This oppression you have given me,is to much for me to bear."Like a dog I am now drivenBut they only sit and stareNot moving, or twitching, or thinking a thoughtThey look at me now, small as a dotI kneel on the ground, clutching my headNow on the floor, stone cold and dead.
Reunion The stick cut through the air in a short direct arc, striking the rough surface with single minded direction, a one track mind in a turbulent expansion. A small spark begins to grow, slowly at first but with rapid gain, growing frighteningly fast, greedily sucking in oxygen. Then, it explodes forth like a miniature sun, to suddenly die at a slight gust. The stick, now charred and disfigured, excretes slow, ugly smoke. It is thrown to the ground, and another is brought forth. Once more creating the miracle of fire, but shielded by a valiant hand, keeping the harsh, ravenous wind at bay. The match is brought up to another stick, seemingly made of paper and small leaves. The tobacco lights and glows cherry red as it is force fed oxygen from a mighty pull. The man holding the cigarette lets the smoke out, along with a long drawn out sigh. He takes a gloved hand and methodically taps the ash from the end of it. The man coughs, his breath still seems of sm
And The FourAnd there are fourStrewn on the FloorAnd by The doorLay crippled inTheir lack of vimAnd weathered handsThese cubes of grayGo day by dayWithout a soulNo work of grandTake heart and standAgainst the topI've taken powerAt random hourAnd Ended themFor they are goneNo land or lawnTo weep the lossAnd now I seeWhat has been wroughtBy my own handsThen do I takeThese shards of glassAnd end the tape?And the fourBecame a fiveIn crimson red
A Shattered PlaneJack stumbled backwards with fear in his eyes. The ringing in his ears ceased and the worlds muddled sound came creeping upon him. Jack groped his chest, his hand coming away hot and sticky. He looked at his hand, eyes zig-zagging across his palm, taking in every minute detail. It was covered in a deep beautiful red. He looked downward, only to see a crimson rose slowly blossoming across his breast. Jack had never really liked flowers. The fanciful irony of this filled Jack's mind. He fell to his knees, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, catching one final glimpse of his killer before plummeting to the floor, dead. The killer looked exactly like himself.- - - -Jack titled his head back in a fractal scream seeming to elongate into an infinite void lasting an eternity. Shooting himself had yielded unexpected results. Jack's mind fractured with the knowledge of infinite Jacks trapped in a Möbius loop through time and space. His screams gave way to the white frothing of a f
Youre a Bird Then Im a BirdThat's right, I'm running in placeAnd every time I think about you, I feel like I'm running a raceI think about the promise you madeAnd how it all went wrong when I walked inside your room that dayNow all I see is your stupid faceAnd if only I could concentrate I'd probably sayIf you were a bird, and I was a birdI'd fight off my demons and stop hating youBut I am not a bird, and you are not a birdSo I'll stop my circulation, and I'll take myself home(You look up to me like I know what I'm doingBut I wish I really knewAnd while the satellite crashes down, it's a big surpriseI'll just smile and wave)(x2 second time more emphasis)So I wont let you do it againI'll leave behind and then (I'll leave you behind and then)So I wont let you do it againI'll leave behind and then (I'll leave you behind and then!)I'll just do what works...If you were a bird, and I was a birdI'd hunt you forever for the rest of my lifeBut I am not a bird, and you are not a birdSo I'll just sit