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beatnik307

Joined June 2009 and calls Philosophical Musings and Other Writings home.

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You know the thing that’s kept me from being an author?

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  1. Crusty Carafe (for the coffee lovers)

    The coffee pot sits unused unloved. It waits to be filled with water and bean. And then when it comes it’s bitter and black. But it feels so good against the glass. This crusty carafe gets poured and poured until nothing’s left but grounds ...

  2. Poetry Circuits Activate

    My piston pulled legs be they rusted or loose serve me well. My mechanical mind whirs with cogs wheeling round and round. My iron-chrome shell though dented and scratched holds me up. My poetry circuits beginning to fail I must hurry. My digital speech...

  3. It's not good, but I wrote it for you.

    It’s not good but I wrote it for you. You fucking jerks. I put these words to keyboard. and why? So I can practice writing sentences? I can do that in my spare time. Scribbling post-it disposable. I don’t usually craft write multiple drafts...

  4. Your Some-Colored Eyes

    I’ve never much cared about the color of eyes. Of all of their traits it seems the most…dull. And that isn’t to say that I won’t hold your gaze. But when I look at my love I don’t see green, hazel. I see life and time, and...

  5. The Wizard and the Boy - Philosopher's Stone

    The Wizard and I stood in a candlelit room, staring at the box. It was small, gilded at the edges, and strongly locked. He told me that it contained a Philosopher’s Stone, an Arcanum crystal of such purity that, with it, anything could be possibl...

  6. A Drunken Parable

    I think some day I might start speaking with a British accent. Once I’ve started, of course, I can never stop. It would be silly to switch back. The sheer authority and gravitas of my new vocal inflections will convince my listeners that, despite...

  7. Mechanical Failure

    “Yep,” the Mechanic said, alone in the desert, “well there’s our problem, right there. Fuel leak. She bled out.” The carcass of the cargo ship had been baking in the wasteland sun for nearly three years. Its once vibrant p...

  8. How the Light Filters In

    The light filtered in through the blinds, passed carefully through dust, and finally came to rest on the carpet. It illuminated there a stain, one which had been so woefully ignored after a night’s heavy drinking, a stain which had been made duri...

  9. Ganymede, Day One

    There may come a time when I call this my home—this place of stale, recycled air, of methane rain beating weakly on envirosuits—but until then, I find myself in a place so disgustingly foreign I can barely begin to describe it. Nevertheless...

  10. A Glimpse of Light

    Deep in the tunnels, I had lost everything: guide, flashlight, matches, and now my courage. All I had left was the darkness, and a new friend. The beast was hidden in darkness, but it was there, so close it was breathing on me—quick inhales follo...

  11. How are we funded, Professor?

    “This will be your first lesson in real science,” said the Professor, heaving a roll of extension cord into my arms, “Problem solving. Not the phooey you’re taught in classes.” “Oh really,” I said, smiling. ...

  12. The Unbelievable

    “I’ve never seen anything like this,” I said, walking through the dreamscape. “It is a place very few have seen,” said my guide, “in fact, you and I are the only ones.” His voice was high pitched, theatrical, p...

  13. Washed Ashore

    I awakened on the sand, my lungs forcibly expelling water. The beach was no more than a white-hot glare to my eyes, and the grit tore painfully on my sunburned and peeling skin. But I was alive. The passage of time was slow, adrift on the ocean. I reme...

  14. The Negotiator

    “I trust you know why I’m here.” “REMIND ME” “I’m here, because you locked seven people in that room, and now you’re not letting them go. I’m going to work with you to find a solution.” “...

  15. Musing on First Contact

    “What if I were the person to make extraterrestrial contact?” she asked of her computer screen. It was her favorite part of the day, the time directly after she’d started code compiling, or simulations simulating. The blessed interval...

  16. Witnessing Creation

    The R. Tanassis drifted through the black, its captain looking anxiously upon the control panels, trying to discern the ship’s speed. But, as he would soon find, speed is meaningless if you’re the only object in existence. A mistake, somewh...

  17. The Starship

    I was sleeping when the alien ship finally opened. It was early morning when the call came, ringing loudly through the shabby motel room. A fellow reporter, filling me in. Her voice was shaky on the line, understandably so. I asked her to repeat the la...

  18. I've quit smoking. (for the 27th time...)

    I was thinking—looking down at its burning ember end—and considering the fact that this could be my last cigarette, possibly ever. Thinking, what am I doing here? Breathing smoke, coating my lungs with god-knows-what, and all for a paltry t...

  19. Data Acquisition

    The doctor gestured with a frail hand toward a chair placed opposite his. I sat, as ordered, as he continued. “You see, I am—rather, the both of us, in a sense—are dying,” he began, slowly standing, “and I believe that I&#...

  20. The Problem With Time Travel

    Alright…I’ve only got a few minutes before the next, um, event, so I’m going make this quick. You’re listening to this, I’m assuming, because you’re interested in my work. That’s good. In fact, there is soon to...

  21. The Wheels: A Tale of Horror

    He sat contentedly in his place, glad for even a short respite from the nagging troubles of the day. The calm he felt here was surprising; indeed, the air was sweet with a new fragrance, the floors were freshly waxed, and he’d finally found a pla...

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