CCP014-The Current Goes Back and Forth

Stepping out of the elevator we immediately came upon a sea of white trash. Wading our way through with almost brass knuckles and dead eye stares. We watched the board for the right time and we didn’t find anything. Wading through the sea again we ducked down an alleyway. The light bouncing off the grays and whites. A man in the corner eyes us suspiciously while he smokes a cigarette illegally. His eyes switch from you to me and back again. He can see we are connected in a way he has never seen and the communication is full and complete. The conversation never ceases and never bores. Sleeping next to you is always a better option than not sleeping next to you. The rest is peaceful. The rest is short. I splash water on my face before I go to bed and watch the water drip off the tip of my nose into the sink. Some say the water spirals the wrong way down the sink but I have to disagree. The water’s just fine. I think about nothing as I fall to sleep and my mind is alive with everything I suppressed the night before. I wake up fresh and know that I want to lounge out on a couch and turn up Rocket 88 until the windows blow out. I can sit with you for hours. The words wafting up into the ceiling fan getting spread around to every corner. My voice carries and you tell me we might get into trouble, but we really don’t care. It’s only a formality. I have plugged into your psyche and the current goes both ways.

CCP013-The Last Halloween

I go out trick or treating and I hear some rumor about razorblades in apples and poison on the candy. I go door to door putting out my hand, waiting for the prize. I tug at all the ill fitting parts of my costume. I wish my mom hadn’t given me a gun to carry while on this mission. I make sure the eyeholes are in just the right spot so I can see out but there is a little bit of mask blocking my vision. This sense of excitement, this sense of wonder, not knowing what your bottom half of the eye sees. I go up the walkway, ring the doorbell and put out my hand again and again. My bag gets filled every time. The other kids all have the same candy from the same neighborhood. I make sure to smell the inside of my mask and wonder do other kids also love this smell? It rained last Halloween when my brother was born, my parents took me out anyway. They could feel my jealousy so they gave me a gun the next Halloween. I have to keep smelling to mask these feelings. Once more up the walkway, placing my hand out to grasp the loot. This was the last house and we started walking home. The sun had just gone down and my parents didn’t like to trick or treat after dark. Upon reaching our house I see my mom in the kitchen through the window. Hunkered over the stove just so we could eat that night. Maybe she has made something fun, maybe not. My mother yells at me to not eat any candy until after dinner. I think to myself “what does she know?” and I sit down on the floor with my legs spread and the bag between them. I start to separate my piles; one for chocolate, one for sour and one for sweet. I take one candy from each. The chocolate drips down my throat. The sour burns on the way down and churns my stomach. As I fall backwards I pop the sweet into my mouth, bite down, and feel the razorblade slice the roof of my mouth. I quickly pull it out of my mouth, my hand is red and as I fall backwards from the poison I realize the rumors were true.

CCP012-Face Slammed Ocean

Dragged bloody knuckled and battered through a city of salt only to bathe in a deep throbbing hum resonating from a giant spiraled tower made of coral. Out the top bursts a stream of thick salty water, more salt than water, no hydration in sight, just the constant thrum of the coral barfing out my name.

Bits of static strike at my head and the light is flickering in this dark basement, an electronic water drip spikes my attention every so often, I really hate this place but I have to call it home. Occasionally I hear trucks go by but I cant see out and its so infrequent I don’t bother calling for help. There is no light to tell the time, there are no sounds to tell the time, only bursts of backfire and truck rumbling. Sometimes I can tell its night but not very often.

I wish I was back in my coral prison, it's much better than the dank room I am locked in now. At least underwater I could catch glimpses of the Sun's rays darting in and out and in between the trigger fish. The orange coral trapping me under the waves. Breaking free from this prison would surely result in almighty doom. The waves pounding my face into the sandy ocean floor and scraping my knees on bits of stray coral. These are the things I face. My face pressed into the ocean, screaming into the sand. I can only think of a few things as my vision fades to black and I escape from my coral prison.

CCP011-Exploitive Employers; Go Fuck Yourselves

Hi I was just wondering if you are trying to get reported to the Better Business Bureau? Are you trying to get reported to labor enforcement? I find it completely ludicrous that you would demand someone work from 8AM-10PM and I hope this was a misprint but 7 days a week? You have to be kidding. Fortunately for you, you will probably find some sap to take this job who has no self respect, no dignity and no common sense. In this economy you are the enemy. I know these long hours are under the guise of "giving people more hours in this horrible economy" but you must know and I know as well that this is probably a salary position. The salary most likely will be too low and calculate to the employee losing money in the long run. This is a nasty tactic used in this "bad" economy to trick people into getting sucked into a job that overworks and underpays them. You and other employers are what is ruining the economy. When the work force is underpaid and overworked they are not putting money back into the economy because they both have no money or time to contribute to the economic structure in society. You may think you are getting away with this kind of behavior but just know there are people out there who know and understand your tricks and it will only be a matter of time before everyone else is clued into this, either that or employers like you will continue to do this and will eventually cause the economy to collapse. Thank You have a nice day and go fuck yourselves.

CCP010-We Hate the Hippies and There's Nothing You Can Do About It

Sitting in the dark room watching a children’s movie about the environment. They had to save the forest and we hate the hippies. For some reason we hate them yet this cause is just. So just, we barely pay attention. We had other things on our minds. We sank into the dark as if we were meant to be there. Grabbing any bit of material we could to hold on. We sank deeper and deeper into the landscape. The lights flickered behind us while a thousand hands went up and down. The windows creaked and cracked and we tried turning the cranks for a few minutes. Our hair had been blown back and we needed it back in place. This was the beginning and we had everywhere to go from there. So pick up your bootstraps because this here’s the wildest ride in the wilderness!

CCP009-The Night Never Really Ended

It's nights like these that I live for and it's mornings like this that I never want to live inside. I try for the life of me to grasp at something that isn't in a fog. Your words offer a glimpse of hope in this hazy lazy morning. I can't for the life of me focus on one thing but your words brought my attention to a sharp point. Once it was done the haze descended once again. My eyes feel heavy, my face heavier than usual. The night never really ended, we wouldn't let it.

Smoked a thousand cigarettes and watched a grown man unravel. Watched a grown man grapple at the lost pieces of his life while grinning like a child trying to pretend that he is on the right path. I heard they named a hot dog after him at the corner of Ventura and Beverly Glen. Right across from the Cadillac dealership that you grew up with as a child and followed you around the rest of your life in the form of an iconic music video. This building reminds you of the 50s and your childhood at the same time. I am listening to 50s music and driving down the boulevard trying to meet up with you to get some clarity in this lazy hazy day.

CCP008-Religious Apathy

What happens when you don’t have spirituality? People shun you is what. When you don’t have a god, people shun you. Not just the horrible god fearing kind but also some of the intellectual elite. This is where problems arise. This is when you have to get out. For god’s sake people who cares what I feel about everything, let me live my own life even if that means not caring about any kind of higher power or unseen forces. I am not blind and I can see right through all of that.


you might as well believe in star wars...