:: Saturday, July 26, 2003 ::

To fuse art with motion. That had been Kurt's goal for over seven months now, ever since he had become obsessed with the machine nestled in the dark corner of his local bowling alley. Just like with an Escher sketch or any other piece of art, Kurt had honed his skills of placing each piece of the puzzle in place perfectly, to achieve a complete awe and beauty for people to marvel at. He was an unlickely candidate. Declining weight mismatched with an overly tall body created a lanky appearance. Layered mashes of hair that had at one point been brilliantly blond, but now darkneed by his life's hardshiips and stained by the sweat of his trade fell around his head and drifted slightly in front of his eyes; for somebody who seemingly completely neglected their hair, it was awfully weird of him to enjoy those messy bangs in front of his eyes all of the time. As he did before every song, he quickly and carelessly ran his thin fingers underneath his bangs, up and over to the back of his neck with a sort of contorted, scrunched, mental cleansing expression coating his face in the process. Both hands dropped; the left lazily to his side and the right wrapping its fingers around the hollow, tape-covered red pole behind him. Kurt had never taken ballet a day in his life, nor seen a recital or anything of the sort, and yet his warm up routine had his left foot held out with toes pointed out, a slight bend from the opposing knee, then the goofy process repeated with the other leg up. Both peace-sign converse shoes planted themselves lightly yet confidently on the spaces they belonged for it all to begin; he knew his art well and the initial left-up pattern was already established. A hefty sigh rose up from beneath his Super Mario Bros. shirt and out from between his puffed cheeks. A quick mash of the blinking yellow light with his left fist, and the world froze except for him, the machine, and the fusion between instruction and seamless execution that followed.

I got a new journal. It's called There and Back Again. I hope you understand that reference. I'm seeking a certain refuge in it, and am increasingly interested in what will come of it all. I also bought a book of short stories by HC Lovecraft at Barnes and Nobles today, even though I still have to read Siddhartha (before school starts), Net Force, and Red Dragon. These are short macabre stories though so we'll see what happens. I'd love you to love me... I'm begging you to beg me...

:: Floydthebarber 7/26/2003 12:17:00 AM [+] ::
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