Saudade ~ The one terminally ill collaboration

I dream of you and wake up with a jolt…
My body gleams over two hundred volts…
And though I pray each lonely night for not to soil it…
It means I’ve used my electric blanket as a toilet…

unbolt says:
Oh… a poor dirty blanket… Does it mean that I’m your worst nightmare?

raycabiro says:
Ohh, it’s just unfortunate that your name rhymes with volt so I had no choice but to make it about weeing on an electric blanket… Maybe next time I could think of something a bit more savoury, maybe about a colt that moults.

WOW! Such a lovely tribute for a girl… Weeing on an electric blanket and mangy colts. I can bet you’re full of envy now, aren’t you? Yes, guys, I had no choice. Our collaboration was inevitable – like an annual moult. Thank you, Ramon! I adore you… You’re completely awesome!

Oh… last but not least! My special thanks to ARTISH for giving me permission to use her drawings. Thank you very much, Tish!

She always sits alone at the corner table
And smokes cheap cigarettes with a yellow label
She clicks idly on an email attachment
That tells a short story of a sexual harassment
The stale smoke lingers with a sense of unease
The same sense she’s got of her venereal disease

She’s the last vestal of this perverted Parthenon
She scrolls her friend list… the damned deceitful pantheon
Each face hides a secret of a sordid infection
The virus that’s inside her is the germ of affection
The memories all linger but her future self fades
She never even loved him, now she’s probably got AIDS

She’s just a Petri dish with a collection of human filth
Her verminous spongy womb is like the land is in good tilth
She’s riddled with the maladies that murder and smother
Her only hope was that the viruses would kill one another
But the one thing they left out from her medical flow chart
Was the worst disease of all, how he was breaking her heart

A screensaver fades… a carefree laughing girl at a tender age…
She stubs out a cigarette and goes slowly to the tiny stage
Each face in the crowd tells a story of shame
Where once they burned her records now they’re singing her name
Her introduction music starts to vibrate the stylus
And with their love in her heart, she’ll beat this sex virus

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GUEST POST // To A Blog by Raycabiro

Dear Blog,
Are you a log
Within which I write a journal?

Or Blog,
Are you a log
Floating in a sea of troubles?

But Blog,
Are you a log
Upon which I rest my laurels?

Dear Blog,
You are a log
With whom I will not ever quarrel.

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Liebster Blog Award. Hall of Fame. Greet Raycabiro!


11 incredible answers by Raycabiro

(original version is here)

1. Can e-readers replace traditional books completely?
I don’t mind if everything goes electronic.  People often say they love the smell or feel of books and so they’d never get an e-reader.  Maybe if it was the other way round and we were going from analog to digital, there’d be the same people saying things like, “Call me a traditionalist, but I’d miss the backlight ramping up and the solid feel of my e-reader.”  Maybe they couldn’t replace bookshops with Amazon though.

2. Do your parents read your blog?
I’m not sure if my parents even know what blogs are.  My dad doesn’t even know if he’s got an email address and mum knows less than him.

3. What emotion (mood) is the most productive for your creative work?
Hypomania and cheerfulness.  Any depression I get is too confused and blurry to lead to anything creative.

4. Praise VS Criticism. What is more useful for you?
Praise is better because because it leads to more mania.  Criticism often seems to be meant unkindly, but well meaning criticism is good and its effects last longer than praise.

5. Will you continue to write even though everybody says, ‘It sucks!’?
Hmm, if there was too much of that I might quietly give up, especially if it seemed like they knew what they were talking about.

6. Is it hard for you to choose a pseudonym?
I must have spent about 2% of my life choosing pseudonyms, the best ones didn’t take long at all but I spent a lot of time going blank.

7. Do you want to be famous?
I want to be famous on so I can be famous somewhere I don’t actually live.  I don’t want the National Enquirer or Daily Mail taking photos and then people criticising how I appear or psychoanalysing every gesture I make, especially if they get it right.

8. Are you afraid of to see your bio on the bookshelf in the nearest bookstore?
I’d assume someone who likes me would have done it for a well-intentioned joke, I don’t think anyone who dislikes me would care enough about me to write an actual book.  So, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.

9. Imagine that you’re on the stage and all your followers are standing in front of you. Is it easy to make a speech in real life?
I can’t make speeches.  I clam up and can’t speak.  I think something weird happens to my vocal chords when there’s anyone in the same house.  I’d have to take horse tranquilisers.

10. Should art be an accurate reflection of life?
I don’t even know what art is.  I’d have to know more about it before I could answer it.  Maybe there has to be a real life element of it for it to resonate though.  Or maybe there are so many ways for art to reflect real life, that if they actually managed to find something that didn’t it’d be prized above everything else.

11. Any random fact about you. Just for fun!
I used to sleep in Paul McCartney’s cousin’s cot.  I’ll just leave that sentence as it is, shrouded in mystery and wonder….

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