Writers Apocolypse Day 3

Day 3

The secretary was back again today, Bossman put her into the frontlines as soon as she arrived in the building.  So I had nothing to do today, I just had to write something.  Something…I typed in the letter “A” on the screen.  I strained my eyes and tried to think of words to follow.  But the cursor just blinked beside the “A”, making it look like Al.  Awesome.  I ran my finger tips across the keyboard back and forth, creating the illusion that I was actually typing really fast.  I did this for a good minute, and got bored again.

Then I decided to drop in next door to see what Zareen was up to, since my eyes started to turn to saltines.

“What’s up Zareen!”

She was a little startled and typed in “opasdfjo[” onto her blank document.

“He-ey Spencer.”  She said.

“I see you have done quite a lot there.”  I cracked.

“I decided to trash my old story, it wasn’t too good.”

“I see…”

There was an awkward silence.  We just looked at each other, then our eyes danced around the room.  Fluorescent light, pen, stapler, perforated ceiling tiles, there is chopsticks holding together Zareens hair.  Ohh,  that’s cute.  Which gave me the sudden impulse to ask.

“Do you like Chinese food?”

“No, Im allergic…”

“Oh im so sorry.”  I felt bad, and tried to look empathetic.

“Just kidding” Zareen smiled.  “I love it”.

These people and their dry sarcasm… fools me every time.

“Oh that’s good.”

Stupidity ran across my face like a flashing SOS beacon.   I felt like a dumb brick, a really dumb brick that was dropped many times before it was put into a buildings foundation that recently tumbled because of a lack of structural integrity.

“I don’t mean to interrupt your trance, but do you want to go out for some later, possibly, maybe?”

“Yea, sure!  I mean, but we’re so busy.”  I said.

“She motioned her eyes towards her monitor and said, “I think we could manage.”

I gave her a nervous smile and a nod, and quickly returned to my fortress of solitude, which was only an inch thick barrier between us.  I felt funny, I think the coffee was especially atrocious today.  I will need to have a talk with Stacy.

Writer's Apocolypse Day 2

Day 2

The bossman issued me to make some copies today.  His personal secretary was out today and I could see why.  He abuses the hell out of that woman, I try to imagine her sitting down, but I couldn’t.  I don’t think any part of her perfectly round tookis has ever made contact with the soft black leather of her own chair.  Poor woman.  But I don’t get why I have to make copies instead of Stacy, who just makes that brown muck all day.

I arrived at the door of the copy room and spot a pair dangerously close.  As soon as they sensed my presence they quickly collapsed their hands by their thighs.  My mind didn’t wander as much when I saw the slick black hair of grease lighting.  It was just Jake, a guy who dresses “in style” or so he says.  With the lovely Stacy.  Who, might I mention again, brews poison.

 I spotted a tiny slip of paper peeking through the crevice made in between the man’s index and middle finger.

“What you two up to?” I asked.

“Oh, just chit chat” Jake responded.

“Ahh, hello Stacy.” I said as I turned my back to Jakes greasy stare.

“Hello, Spence”

“I’ll be out of your business in a minute, just making some copies.”

The two shifted a little farther thinking that was enough to be out of earshot.

They were indeed a sad pair.  The Copier warmed up and sounded like the roar of an aircraft turbine winding up.

 Jake never has ideas, ever.  He gets them from Stacy, and I think everyone knows that except our lovely boss.  Who cannot tell how flaming all his topics are.  “The life and troubles of an abandoned puppy” or “A teens guide to College” in the point of view of a drama queen girl may I add.  Then it again, maybe his horrendous tie-dye weave tie is the culprit.  I think that tie controls his brain, it would make sense.  I fed paper by paper in and yawned. 

writer's apoclypse Day 1

 Writer’s apocalypse

                                                                                                                        Joe Baker!

Day 1

I slammed my head leaving a defecating print on the stack of unwritten sheets.  Then I started to roll my face in a wax on wax off motion all over my desk. I groaned loudly.

A pair of eyes neatly framed by thin black glossy rims appeared from the horizon created by my office cubicles artificial hedge.

“What’s wrong Spencer?”

“Writer’s block Zareen”

“Shame, I’m already on my second page!”

“Really?”

She paused for a moment, and subtly sank down out of view.

While I continued in my agony, drawing nothing but blanks, suffering from the quotas deathly embrace.   Stacy breezed by and an intertwined mix of espresso and a trace of flower spice that tingles your nose made me lean back in my chair in relaxation.

Too bad I fell.

Stacy turned around and knelt over me holding the glass jar. 

“Are you ok?”

I didn’t respond right away, my eyes were wandering along her fantastically low cut shirt. 

“…Are you ok?” Stacy said with less concern in her voice and a crooked brow.

“Yea, I-I’m fine thanks.”

I tried hiding the shit eating grin in the back of my head until she walked back off to do her own business. 

“Sweet.”

I tilted my chin up and saw Zareen again, looking down at my pathetic self.

“On page 3 I’m guessin’?”

She quickly receded again and I continued grinning.

(this series will be continued!!! Keep checking for updates!!!)

Affection

The many sides of affection:

The kiss.

There is a kiss for everything.

the first kiss
a kiss from a family member
a kiss from a friend
a kiss on the lips
a kiss on the cheek
a reassuring kiss
a confident kiss
a nervous kiss
a drunk kiss
the best kiss
the goodbye kiss
the i love you kiss
and the i think i love you kiss
i'm lying to you kiss
the spicy kiss
the stinky kiss
and the piercing kiss
the kiss  of the inexperienced
the kiss of the horny
the kiss with too much tongue
the kiss with too much teeth
the everywhere but the lips kiss
the kiss to something inanimate
the kiss you receive by surprise
the kiss that says you look good today
the kiss that wants to hang around
the kiss that brings you closer
or makes you second guess the action
the kiss that travels from up to down
the kiss that says it all.

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Hakone

The country side of Japan is disgustingly beautiful.
The air wasn't stuffy like it is here in tokyo during the summer.
It was crisp and fresh.  The temperature was all too perfect, and the mist hanging
around the tops of mountains painted in green produced one feeling.

calm.

I tried an onsen for the first time while i was here and loved it.  Laying my head back to see the heat becoming wicked off from the night time breeze, and the stars shining down setting up a pathway for my imagination to float off too.

Yukatas are a wonderful invention, it is a traditional Japanese garment that is similar to a kimono but used for summer.  Very easy to go to the bathroom in, and feels great on the body after the warmth of the outdoor bath shrouded by smooth rocks and so much green.

All i saw was green this weekend.  Green and happy high school girls that may have confessed their love to me a few times. I would hear "Joseph-kun" called from the other side of hallways.  I felt like a celebrity. But ego aside.  The atmosphere, the energy of working with the students, the baths, all came together to make me love japan so much more.

If i have anything to recommend, it is to go see what else Japan has to offer besides the highly marketed and overpriced lifestyle of Tokyo.

Sometimes you just need a break from stress, anxiety, and to slow things down and coast along the lakeside encased in natures wonders.

Sadly, my tour has ended with me coming back to a hot and stuffy tokyo, where i sweated more in the 10 min i was in the train station, than when i was hiking up the mountains with a bunch of energetic students.

But i'll come back to nature, the smell and the visual stimulus has captured the idea of comfort, and i will return to it in my dreams, and someday. in person.

Age

I met a writer the other day,  he's a novelist.  He is getting published.  We talked a lot, because....i think i'm a writer too?  Least that's what my college says.

I met another musician the other day.  He pushed me to get on the mic that night.  He was crazy, wasn't scared at all to stand infront of a crowd that gave him a few looks and he inspired me like every musician i meet.

you know what?

I've met a lot of older people in the past few weeks.

I question why it is seemingly impossible to find people my age unless they are from my school. 
But I don't mind.
Because one friend told me.  "I forget you are so young, when i hang out with you, i think we are the same age"
 

I respect that.  And even though i am way younger than all these people.  They treat me like an adult.  They respect me, and i feel accepted.  I can joke and talk about things as if the age was thrown out the window.  Knowledge is collective... so they do have more in certain areas.  But i've seen a lot.  Done a lot.  You just have to think that people can always relate to each other.  We are all human.  We are all living in the same time period.  We exprience the same things.

So when you meet someone, don't be afraid of how old they are.
And don't let them treat you like their child, unless you want another parent.
Meet people,  everyone has an interesting story.  Everyone has feelings that you can probably relate to.

 And because of all this.  I don't give a shit how old anyone is.  Because of the respect i was given.  I want to give everyone i meet the same respect.  Unless you find a way to make me take that back (which is quite hard) 

So whoever is reading this.  Whether you are a stalker, you landed here by mistake, or you are one of my good friends.

I respect you all.
peace and love.