Emotional Soliders

Whoa

2008-06-29T09:59:00.000-07:00

We did NOT need to see that.

Can I tell you something?

2008-06-28T09:52:00.000-07:00

You're beautiful. Has a man ever told you that before? Oh, what a stupid question - of course a man has told you that before. Because it's true. You're stunning, you're elegant, you are the picture of feminine perfection, and your very presence here in this bar reminds me of what it means to be a man - a man who wants a woman. Can we meet somewhere? Somewhere close? Soon?

Relief is needed

2008-06-27T06:48:00.000-07:00

The time has come for him to get some answers. Some real, substantive, well thought out answers. Will you at least try to help him? Or are you content to let him wonder forever?

Make It Stop

2008-06-26T09:34:00.000-07:00

Make it stop. Make it go away. Whatever it is that frightens him: let it be gone.

We will never know what he thought about as he woke up that morning, what his plans were for the rest of his day... because at some moment, in the near or distant past, he was charged with the task of entering a thankless cycle of confusion and fear. First we see him worried, his eyes are crossed, maybe he is deep in thought, his mouth is curled in a sad grimace... then, from nowhere, something jumps out from the nothingness, into his line of sight, and he is scared beyond all belief. His silent scream ringing out in our imaginations, silenced only by the scrolling of the page to some other, less horrifying, focus... but for him there is no exit. No relief. Please, make it stop.

Dear Sir: You Are Drooling

2008-06-25T08:54:00.000-07:00

He must not know that we have seen him this way. He must never know. We must do all we can to protect him. He is young. He has dreams. Though they involve filthy things we cannot discuss here, we must guard those dreams with all the power within us. We were not invited, though we look on as if we were. We laugh. We point. We ridicule. And in these actions we reveal all that is small within us.

Let us come together in our hope that he never loses his dreams.

This is a "Group Hug"?

2008-06-24T13:44:00.000-07:00

I have seen this before. In a movie. This is not a "Group Hug". This is a gathering of murderous, blood-sucking zombies, engaged in a regenerative embrace, minds and bodies as one, willing an innocent into their midst. Who is the blue character in the back - the one who is clearly leading this group of flesh-starved beasts in their mind-meld toward complete human destruction? Does he feel guilt? Does he feel pain? Does he wonder what his life was like before this madness began? Will we ever know the truth of him and his evil mission? Perhaps not. But here, in this singular moment before the terrors begin, we still have the freedom to express our curiosity - but will we always be so free?

Oops

2008-06-23T20:42:00.000-07:00

No one noticed. It was quick, and no one noticed. Trust us.

A "Cool Dude"

2008-06-22T10:36:00.000-07:00

His life is simple. He dances. That is all he does. He watches his oversized feet as they move back and forth, back and forth, in an endless rhythm that matches the music that only he can hear. He uses his sunglasses to mask the sadness lurking somewhere deep within. He is confused. Why was he chosen to be the "Cool Dude"? What was it about him as a child that made him stand apart from the rest? Why couldn't he have been the "Book Worm" or the "Lab Assistant"? He does not have answers. For now, and forever, he will dance to that silent rhythm, these questions and more bouncing around in his globular head, wondering... wondering.

Who are they?

2008-06-21T11:28:00.000-07:00

Who is he? Who is he trying to reach by telephone? Is it a woman he loves? If so, does she want to hear from him? Does she still love him? Does she see his name in the caller ID and sigh to herself before answering? So many questions... so many questions.

His Pain

2008-06-20T09:01:00.000-07:00

Dear God,

Protect this being. Remove from him the curse that has forced him into this hell of perpetual confusion and bewilderment. We do not need to know the root of his puzzlement to know the immense pain he must endure as his oversized, asymmetrical eyeballs rotate on their eternal loop toward nowhere. We cannot bear to watch him any longer so we must cut this message to you short... but please, Lord, please free him from these chains of madness, return to him his dignity, and let him find his footing before the centrifugal force of his eye rotations send his entire body shooting off into space to spin in an eternal orbit of mystery.

There is no end to his anger

2008-06-19T10:03:00.000-07:00

Where does his anger originate? Is it something someone once said to him? Were they laughing as they said it? Will the valve of angry pressure ever be released? Can we help him? Most likely not. For now we will honor his anger, we will acknowledge it, respect it, and hope that it ends soon, for his sake. Life is what you make it, after all.

Let him rest

2008-06-18T09:10:00.000-07:00

Shhh. Let him rest. He has had a long day. He has fought hard for you, put himself through hell, and lived to dream about it. As we look on now, peering down at his endless slumber, we wonder if he will ever awake. But that is not important now. He has found solace in the shape of floating Z's, and we will not interrupt that peace. Let him rest. Let him rest.

Be still, little man

2008-06-17T22:13:00.000-07:00

All is not lost, friend. You may have been forced into this prison of fear and worry, but all is not lost. Where do your eyes wander to? Do they see the horrors of life on this unforgiving planet? Will you ever understand the purpose behind the great torment of life? No.

You have to walk away because your fear will never help them. There is nothing you can do. While you wait and wonder, life passes you by. Let your eyes gaze upon the truth that awaits you, somewhere far off in the distance, where fragrant, beautiful flowers grow beneath the ancient tree of forgiveness.

Rage on, brothers

2008-06-16T15:22:00.000-07:00

Now and forever, they argue. Pain so deep, so real, they are literally red with rage. Yes, we know that two wrongs do not a right make, but these two need to learn that on their own. We can't help them now. So we will let them rage on.