tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49516982086417885152024-03-06T07:55:56.173+08:00Word VomitMindless dribble and drabble from the endless tap of words I call my mouth and mind, translated into somewhat coherent stories and poems. Alaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06099874198102372302noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4951698208641788515.post-49805378797406086782012-01-08T19:51:00.005+08:002012-01-08T20:51:32.672+08:00Listen, Feel, Taste, Smell, See.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6IsEtqdKr84Wj1cDCQjn-ngiy6hmvwCSG7MmbJTnH1MCSjzBdtxyrmgAVo7eRETEOP-EAF6GCAa4_iMXl3RAh_c0jcRKdGaC6rhGgyRYR38lyyNuuV7iEeWpXn7_6UTVXLtXYMYbZ0g/s1600/NaturePhotographyByXavierJamonet23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6IsEtqdKr84Wj1cDCQjn-ngiy6hmvwCSG7MmbJTnH1MCSjzBdtxyrmgAVo7eRETEOP-EAF6GCAa4_iMXl3RAh_c0jcRKdGaC6rhGgyRYR38lyyNuuV7iEeWpXn7_6UTVXLtXYMYbZ0g/s320/NaturePhotographyByXavierJamonet23.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</u></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Listen to the wind as it whispers it secrets. Listen to the ocean as it crashes in rhythm. Listen to the birds as they sing in mating. Listen to the leaves as they rustle in worship. Listen to animals as they howl in the moonlight. Listen to the world as it drifts by.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Feel the sun as it heats your skin. Feel the earth as it shifts between your toes. Feel the breeze as it caresses your skin. Feel the rain as it beats in time. Feel the snow as it melts to a trickle. Feel the world as it takes you in.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Taste the tangy ocean wind. Taste the sweet summer breeze and the fresh autumn wind. Taste the snow and rain as it falls on your tongue. Taste the world as it melts in your mouth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Smell the sweet fragrance of flowers. Smell the earthy dust of the desserts. Smell the salty ocean breeze. Smell the smoke of burning wood. Smell the moss on the tree branches. Smell the rain as it soaks into the earth. Smell the world as it fades away.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> See the sun rise and set. See the roaring waves and the bowing trees. See the sand storms and hurricanes. See the autumns leaves and the spring blossoms. See the tall grass as it sways. See the children as they laugh. See the people as they evolve. See the world as it grows old. </span></div>Alaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06099874198102372302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4951698208641788515.post-15498788669343422822011-12-31T16:21:00.000+08:002011-12-31T16:21:05.217+08:00Breathe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzve_MbFuJW8s77Kr5fkwsjrmASXwqbakulHrs_StAzfarXnwNChQnBG6K8YCjyXgQ1jfOQ4iyeNoCc6VilJ2SSHWx2rGj3xuL8uMyTJ16S91roLt1LUK9ULLnLifCxjVhi2mxNciriW8/s1600/art%252Cgraphics%252Cgreen%252Crickmagee%252Ctree-c8d32bee32d99a722310f7b4281d9b46_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzve_MbFuJW8s77Kr5fkwsjrmASXwqbakulHrs_StAzfarXnwNChQnBG6K8YCjyXgQ1jfOQ4iyeNoCc6VilJ2SSHWx2rGj3xuL8uMyTJ16S91roLt1LUK9ULLnLifCxjVhi2mxNciriW8/s320/art%252Cgraphics%252Cgreen%252Crickmagee%252Ctree-c8d32bee32d99a722310f7b4281d9b46_h.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><br />
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I decided to start my blog with a short story I wrote the other day. It was a spur of the moment thing inspired by <i>Wintergirls </i>by Laurie Halse Anderson and my younger sister.<br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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I can feel it. Dust and dirt. The world’s pollution. Bouncing off the walls of my lungs. The wood smoke particles swelling. So small. Tiny molecules. Itching. Irritating. Infesting. <br />
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Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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Did you know our atmosphere is made up of only 29.95% oxygen? So little. So many people. So many lungs. All together. Sucking. Breathing. Consuming. 78.09% Nitrogen. 0.93% Argon. 0.039% carbon dioxide. <br />
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Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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I read somewhere, that you can stretch your lungs over an entire football field. How do they know that? Did they take someone’s lungs and stretch it until you could see the tiny air sacs? I wonder whose lungs they used. <br />
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Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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His chest rises. Falls. His nose flares. Flattens. Her lips part slightly. In and out and in and out. She’s a mouth breather. The little kid has his fingers up his nose. He’s a mouth breather too. <br />
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Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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Your lungs. Another organ. Another part of your body. Small. Insignificant. You breathe. In and out. Natural. Normal. No thought. It all flows. The oxygen in your blood. Through the heart. Around your brain. It keeps you alive. <br />
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Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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Don’t stop breathing. You’ll die if you do. Your body will start failing. No oxygen passing through the tiny tunnels of your beating, pumping heart. The blood won’t be rich in the life source, when it gets to your brain. And you will die. Slowly. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Four minutes. Five minutes. Brain dead. If you’re unlucky, your brain will die at three. <br />
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Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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Have you tried holding your breath? Do you feel it? The faint feeling in your head. The way your blood and heart slow down. The world goes blurry. And if you hold your breath long enough you might just faint. You might just die.<br />
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Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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It doesn’t take the people on TV five minutes to die. When their suffocated and strangled, I mean. It takes a minute, maybe two. Don’t they know? Or do people on TV die faster. But then, I suppose, I’ll get bored if I watched a person die for five minutes. <br />
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Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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I’ve tried, you know. To stop my brain. I chicken out though. I reckon I will try again. <br />
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Breathe.<br />
In.<br />
Out. <br />
Through the nose and out the mouth. <br />
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Hold you breath. Keep it inside. Don’t breathe. Don’t make a sound. <br />
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One minute.<br />
Two minutes..<br />
Three minutes...<br />
Four minutes....<br />
Brain Dead. <br />
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They got it wrong, you know. It took me four minutes to go brain dead. <br />
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