[Jeffrey]

twenty minutes ago

by Jeffrey Bryan Shoup

All the poems I ever wrote just came rocketing out of my mouth. Everything I've ever held against Heaven just tore itself free and dragged my pride south to enjoy the warmer climate and the clearer intentions. I don't think I'll ever learn my lesson. I only pray for my path to be made straight when I don't want to wait at red lights for fear I might stain my dashboard and steering wheel with the same mistakes I feel are staining my insides. I spent the last three hours hiding with volumes of history and fistfuls of caffeine & nicotine & refined sugar and the freshest water I could find. The words were mine, so I can't take them back. I've lacked humility for so long that holding my tongue just kills me. I've replaced devotion with a sense of entitlement. I've taken on a cross in hopes of identity instead of eternity - I'm going to let the polis down when I'm the one with the smallest crown to cast. My past is redeemed and my future is just one of eighty possibilites that exist in Hypertime. Folks don't realize that a good costume is a necessity - I've always felt that suiting up for patrol is an act of zen for me. It requires concentration and mental clarity to correctly apply the spirit gum and the domino mask and to make sure the cape accentuates my ass. The oddest thing was what occurred to me as I sprayed my scarlet letters off the second floor balconey: it feels good to be alive. Sensation thrives like an orgasm with each spasm rocking my throat. I remember thinking that any feeling is a good feeling if accompanied with the knowledge that in ten minutes I'd be safe under the covers. This is the best part of the job: alone, in the cold, in a graveyard (thinking long and hard about which part of "surrender" I don't understand).

[Ordinary Sarah]

I love it!

[Amanda]

Originally Posted by Jeffrey

All the poems I ever wrote just came rocketing out of my mouth.

Awesome start.

Everything I've ever held against Heaven just tore itself free and dragged my pride south to enjoy the warmer climate and the clearer intentions.

I like how "mouth" and "south" rhyme internally. This is a really good image right here, Jeff.

I don't think I'll ever learn my lesson.

Kind of bland, but I don't think there's any other way to say this.

I only pray for my path to be made straight when I don't want to wait at red lights for fear I might stain my dashboard and steering wheel with the same mistakes I feel are staining my insides.

Nice, nice. Waiting = nausea-inducing? Steering wheel = the thing that makes your path straight...hm. Processing this.

I spent the last three hours hiding with volumes of history and fistfuls of caffeine & nicotine & refined sugar and the freshest water I could find. The words were mine, so I can't take them back.

Hiding in literature/academia...addictions...having to swallow pride (with the other stuff, perhaps).

I've lacked humility for so long that holding my tongue just kills me. I've replaced devotion with a sense of entitlement. I've taken on a cross in hopes of identity instead of eternity - I'm going to let the polis down when I'm the one with the smallest crown to cast.

This is very Derek Webb-esque. Me likey.

My past is redeemed and my future is just one of eighty possibilites that exist in Hypertime. Folks don't realize that a good costume is a necessity - I've always felt that suiting up for patrol is an act of zen for me. It requires concentration and mental clarity to correctly apply the spirit gum and the domino mask and to make sure the cape accentuates my ass. The oddest thing was what occurred to me as I sprayed my scarlet letters off the second floor balconey: it feels good to be alive.

WOW.

Sensation thrives like an orgasm with each spasm rocking my throat. I remember thinking that any feeling is a good feeling if accompanied with the knowledge that in ten minutes I'd be safe under the covers.

Hmmmm.

This is the best part of the job: alone, in the cold, in a graveyard (thinking long and hard about which part of "surrender" I don't understand).

The crux of the matter. Very, very cool.

Thumbs up from me. You get the supermod stamp of approval.