Those faceless kids are at it again

Playing keep away with his favorite ball

They’ll fight and cry and play some more

Outside, where lusty lovers quarrel


A rundown town with beggars built for war

Who post signs for information found

A glory hog parades for a party of one

While the angry mob attends a mass to mourn


Oh, the sideways rain is at it again

Making sure the fire’s cold

Keeping blind, our windows in


Only six more feet to go


The last day change of the market

Caused the farmer to loose his pockets

Leaving worms to dig the dirt

While the animals die and flirt


With those faceless kids at it again

Why would I be so surprised at sin?

Time to walk back home to close the door

Til tomorrow’s guarantee of a sunlit precipice



Mental Chess Versus Imagination

The message board Terry found was part of the dark web, a section of the internet similar to the sketchiest slum you could imagine. It was possible to find something benign and not quite illegal but the majority of items or favors sought were anything but. Out of curiosity and a peer-pressure fueled nudge from his classmates, Terry found himself Searching for something but nothing in particular. Scrolling through bits of unconfirmed leaked multi-government files and the occasional pornographic image he found a topic titled “Just another face ;Terry = – ).” He knew right away that this was something deeply wrong. There was no way or reason there would be someone tracking him. Nothing but coincidence led that topic to his eyes. Ignoring it he continued to scroll down, eating some snacks along the way and grabbing the obligatory glass of water. After hours of burying his face in a computer screen long enough to hear his eyes blink he called it a night.

The next day on the walk home he was talking to his best friend Pete who was familiar with the message board and was on the same night. “Hmmm yeah I remember seeing the pic of the girl on that motorcycle but the topic after had nothing to do with you. I didn’t see anything last night that said Terry… Maybe you fell asleep and thought it was real or something?” “Nah man, it totally said Terry and had some smiley thing at the end of it. I’ll take a pic and send it to you if it happens again.” Terry turned to press the crosswalk button and dropped his cellphone. ” You have got to be kidding!” After picking it up he saw it fell directly onto the camera. “Dude, it might still work just pick some off the glass off.” Terry messed around with the camera for a bit before snapping his first picture at the sky. “….Damn man my mom said I should’ve got a case when I got this phone. I never break my stuff. Hey, what does that cloud look like to you?” “A marshmallow floating on the dreams of angels!” Terry resisted the urge to smack Pete. “Seriously though! Doesn’t it look like a smile or something?” “Nope! I think you need to relax with that business. Just let it go. Even if it was there, what are the chances that you, ‘The Magnificent Terry Schaffer: World Renowned Sophomore’ is the Terry they’re talking about?” Terry laughed and gave Pete a quick punch to the solar plexus. “Yeah, Ok.”

Terry went back to his room to see his computer already logged in to the message board. The topics for all of the boards spelled out a message saying “Good luck telling anyone! They can’t believe you. I won’t let them. = – ).” After he scrolled down to the last topic his computer shut down and then restarted. At the same time his mother called him down to the dining room for supper. While eating Terry asked his mother if anything strange had happened to her. Startled by the question she gave him a confused facial expression. “Is someone messing with you at school?” “Not that I know of but I think I’m getting hacked and someone is bullying me online. I could take it. I just wanted to be sure nothing was happening to you.” Silvia took another bite of her food and shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t worry about me. Ever since your Dad died I don’t need you to fill the ‘Man-of-the-house’ role. I am YOUR parent and I care for YOU. Just worry about school and this mess about hackers I’ll look into it. Maybe the police would be able to help.” Worried of what the police would uncover by delving into a teen’s cyber life Terry was quick to respond. “Cops?! Forget it. It’s not that big of a deal. I’ll just setup a better firewall. I’m good.” Supper resumed without a hint of unfamiliar essences. When Terry got back to his room his computer was left at the log-in screen. After logging in, his desktop wallpaper was a short note, “I’m sorry to have frightened you. I just want you to know there is something more to everything. It is here! I Love You, Terry! Don’t be afraid.” Terry pushed the keyboard tray in and stepped back. After fifteen minutes of pacing back and forth and biting his nails he unplugged his computer. He ran downstairs fast enough to trip over his own feet and quicken his descent to the ground by a few seconds with no favor to his face.

It was another day at school but he couldn’t concentrate. All that was on his mind was the voice he had read every message in. It felt like he knew who was talking to him. Where there was apprehension and nervousness now came a feeling of wanting. All that Terry wanted was to know what truth there was to what was going on. He never felt a powerful obsession like this in his life. After school it became a ritual to find a new message. What was hidden and why was beyond him but the need to seek was paramount. Three months had past with a complete silence just enough to drive him mad. He had lost his friends being unable to carry on any coherent conversation. Pete had gone missing during the first week of silence. Everyone around Terry believed that Pete’s disappearance is what started to diminish his mood and ultimately lead to his recent bouts with depression. The counselors who were assigned to Terry thought it to be in his best interest to stay at home to process what happened to Pete but all he could do is replay in his mind the few messages he received over and over again.

After a walk around the neighborhood with his mother he found a note on the ground. The paper looked more like a piece of cloth. There were dark red stains towards the edges the same size as Terry fingers. The writing on it was cursive with instructions written like a recipe. The list was short and simple. The person who plans to invoke the summoning of knowledge needs a candle and a dark room full of emotion. Terry felt confused but certain it was left for him. Everything he had experienced to this point felt like following a trail of bread crumbs he left while fearing he would be lost. The fork in this road was one approached before but he was not sure how he could know where to go. He shoved the note in his jacket pocket and ran straight to home. Terry’s mom shouted for him to slow down but he would not. Tears of excitement were sliding across his face. He ran upstairs to his room eager and lost. On the way in he kicked a yellow envelope packed with something labeled “You needed to know. = – ).”

Sitting in a room lit only by a candle light app on an adjacent smart phone, Terry felt like he was losing it all. His mind was just coping with the loss of itself fumbling with the pieces leftover from a blunt force of a traumatic sensory overload. On the floor beside him was the envelope, torn open like a long awaited gift. Each photo was on a holographic plate that only showed, at most, a 5 second stream of moving pictures. The plates were commonly used to string a few things together. Typically a quick “Hi Mom!,” or a troll shouting spurts of offensive material at some poor victim. This set was just a stream of what the worst humanity has to offer. Graphic scenes of war crimes of various nations, missing children being abducted and the unfortunate state some were found in, animals being sent to an unnaturally early grave. The graphic images suddenly stopped and a voice came through. It was deep, barely in the spectrum of human hearing but somehow familiar to him. “I’ve found heaven, son. You just need to follow.” Terry’s father had killed himself 2 year prior from suffering from depression longer than Terry had been alive. Terry felt a small poke at his foot and saw a knife with a small note that appeared from the envelope. Hands shaking and tears flowing in a constant stream was compelled to drive the knife into his neck. The note laid beside him, “Pete followed so should you. = – ).”

Silvia finally made her way upstairs and found Terry’s room the way they had left it but without her son. The sense of dread was overwhelming. She knew something was terribly wrong he was lost where she could not follow. She kept reminding herself she saw him come in. Frantically checking every room there was no trace of him. She called the police explaining the past events but they seemed to be more concerned that she may have been the cause of his disappearance. That night she cried for hours sitting in Terry’s room reliving the days events. The light to the room slowly dimmed black and turned full bright as she saw Terry laying in a pool of his blood with the knife where he left it. Silvia’s heart stopped and she dropped to her knees over his body. She felt his still warm body and wept repeating she loved him and she saw him come in. As quick as he appeared he was gone and she was left holding nothing. She slowly felt her mind losing control while she beat the floor boards until her knuckles were bloody. Silvia looked up after she felt an immense amount of defeat and saw her late husband Gregory standing in a black suit at the doorway. Gregory slowly approached her, knelt and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. At a complete loss Silvia was paralyzed. Gregory stood again and slowly spoke but nothing seemed to come out of his mouth. A knife and a small note fell out of his pant leg and laid in front of Silvia. “Terry followed so should you. = – ).” Gregory was gone and Terry’s body returned.

Sensory Input :: Zero

Sensory deprivation tanks are so amazing! For those who are unfamiliar with them here’s a brief description of the place my wife and I go to. It’s called the Art of Floating in Bloomsburg, PA. We tend to call ahead and book an appointment in advance. Once you have you time set and arrive accordingly someone greets you at the door. It’s a bit like a check-in at a hotel or possibly another spa like facility; I haven’t been to many. After you have checked-in and paid the person at the front desk you then take your shoes off place them on a shoe rack nearby and begin to walk to your own personal float room guided by the person from the front desk.

Once inside the room turn around, lock the door, and the hour(ish) is yours. In this room there is a towel rack, a dark bronze shower setup, a toilet and a take with 8 inches of water with about 1000 pounds of Epsom salt dissolved into it. Prior to entering the tank there you must take a shower. After your shower, the choice to put a bathing suit on or stay in your birthday suit is up to you. Personally I enjoy sans-clothing to get the sensation of the warm water becoming my skin as I drift into oblivion. The last bit of the pre-float ritual is putting in  wax ear plugs to prevent your ears from getting filled with salt water. After all this is said an done you are ready to hop in!

The tank has a door that you can choose whether to keep open or shut. The room is equipped with an occupancy sensor that will turn off the lights after no movement is detected for a certain amount of time. Occasionally you can hear the hum of the air conditioner unit on the wall but it has never detracted from my float. The water is at a warm temperature around 92.3 degrees to match that of the outside temperature of skin. The extreme amount of salt in the water allows you to float effortlessly. With my consistent back pain it helps get things aligned and back to copacetic.

In my experience it never feels like the one hour that elapses. The float session lets you lay in your thoughts until they are exhausted and there becomes a point where your  mind will make new thoughts out of the nothingness around you. The transition to a sleep state in this tank is practically seamless. The journey inside the tank is different every time and for every person. It ends when the light inside the tank turns on. I never saw the light turn on. I always remember laying and wandering into a half awake dream state. Then when I finally remember that I’m not in space hopping off planets to an Enya song, I realise that the light is on and my time to shower and put my clothes back on has arrived. Should you bring a friend or significant other to a float session, you can set up an appointment for multiple rooms and afterwards discuss what your group experienced on your journey in what is called the tea room.

The tea room is basically a living room with super comfy couches that you can sit and drink tea or water and relax some more with your friends and talk about your thoughts on anything. I would sit here with my wife for usually around 15 to 20 minutes and have never felt rushed to leave. The first time we went the person who led us to our rooms came out to the tea room and we all just sat and talked about random stuff. Basically anything that comes to mind when you are first meeting someone.

In such a short passage I cannot do this place enough justice. It is an experience you must have at least once and for what feels like a consistent sale of $35 a float per person (I believe $60-65 for full price) you can make a quick day of it.

Here’s a link :

The Art of Floating Bloomsburg, PA

Daily Prompt: Float


Boy is reading that! I’m half-way into Stephen King’s ‘On Writing’ and I just love his style of writing so far. I’ve never read any of his books before this. Honestly I’m fairly new to reading as a hobby but I am really enjoying the experiences. There is a brief part of ‘On Writing’ that describes writing as a form of telepathy. That is so spot on it has completely replaced my whole thought process on the activity. Prior to reading this book, I would imagine writing as a form of time capsule for my memories. I can barely remember things as it is but I can remember pictures and scenes pretty well. I usually start off with painting a scene in my mind and just write what I see and go with the flow. Several times I have been caught off guard as to how a scenario would pan out. That is a feeling of blowing my own mind is hilarious, exciting, and I hope to continue on that path.



I feel like sometime I’ve done nothing. Even though I know I have so many things going on at once. It’s pretty overwhelming. I do love what is going on which I will definitely get to in this entry!

First off my wife is preggers! Everyone who I would like to know this info doesn’t. However, I told everyone whom I felt needed to know. Moms, Aunts, Siblings and so forth. I am still in a surreal state of mind. We had an appointment with a nurse today which was basically an intro to the intro of the next nine months and what we can expect. There was a booklet on some do’s and dont’s. Witnessing the changes she is going through is mind-blowing and boy did guys luck out big time in this process.

During this amazing period I have been brainstorming the depths of my mind and see what wild scenarios I can dish out to the world. I hope to make this situations into full fledged stories and potentially books! But first there’s a start and that’s where I’m at; A start of many. Every time I have to explain something to someone I wish I could just show them a series of pictures from my mind into theirs with little to no effort. It would streamline the process of communication and probably lessen the amount of glazed stares with heavy eyes.

One day there will be a point where I can look back and see the bottom of the mountain I’ve climbed and turn to my family and point. “That’s where it started, near the goat.” I would yell while they smile and enjoy the sunset from the peak where we will setup our forever camp!