Me and my Warhol moments

Just a little bit more of me tempering my boredom with color. 

Clouds in my Coffee.

Uh oh Hera Zeus is getting it in. 

Social Rejection

The pain of social rejection - http://www.apa.org/monitor/2012/04/rejection.aspx?utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pulsenews

Selfie

SMFTM-Exit

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Don't Look Back

Don’t Look Back

            “If I don’t make it back just run.  Promise me you’ll grab your mother and run.  Don’t look back. Don’t wait for me. Just go.  If you hear him try to hide.  Just go. Promise me.”

            “I Promise dad.  I’ll keep her safe.”  The boy said staring up into his father’s eyes. 

            “No keep YOU safe.  They want boys like you. They will try to take YOU not your mother. If you can keep her safe too do it but if not you run. You hear me. Run.”  Those were the last words his father ever said to him.  They heard the screaming only moments before they heard the singing.  The three of them joined the horde of fleeing people crowding the street.  His mother’s blonde hair started to come out of her hair tie as she ran alongside his father. 

            The crowd of people began to come slow and try to reverse.  As they got closer to the front of the herd they could see that Greed was standing in their path with Lust at his side. People began to stream down the side streets in an attempt to avoid one of the Sins.  Greed simply smiled and let them rush past him.  The boy’s father guided them to the right following the smaller crowd. 

            “Remember what your father told you.”  His mother screamed over her shoulder as they ran full out up the once busy New York street.  The normal organized chaos of Times Square drowned was drowned out by the screaming.  They continued to run East hoping to the subway may provide some form of escape. 

            “Dad look out!”  The boy stopped short and turned the other way.  Sloth quietly stood next to a statue of  Whoppi Goldberg that was standing guard outside of Madame Tussauds Wax Museum.   His father never had time to react to the warning.  Sloth raised his head and locked eyes with the boy’s father.  The boy’s father stood paralyzed.  The boy grabbed his mother’s arm and ran in the opposite direction.  The boy began to tire as they turned South on 8^th avenue running down to 39^th street.

            They ducked into an adult book store to catch their breathe.  The boy saw others running down the street being steadily pursued by Greed and Lust.   His mother covered his ears as soon as Lust opened her mouth.   He had to pull his mother further into the store to avoid the pink beam that sliced through the side of the building.  They were both showered in debris.  A small beam fell on his arm and he lost feeling in his left hand.  Videos from a top shelf fell onto his them cutting his mother on the forehead. 

            He crawled out of the debris to check the street.  He found it clear of all but a few people now running north.  He went back and grabbed his mother and they began to run north as well. He cradled his arm to himself as he ran, the numbness had worn away leaving only pain in its wake.   His mother hair completely free of its constraints ran clutching the bag she had all of their most prized possessions in.   That was when they heard the singing. 

            “All you have to do is run.  Just promise me you’ll run.”  Wrath sang as he strolled up the block to music only he and his victims could hear.   “If I should claim a victim….” People fell to their knees before him frozen in fear unable to continue.  Tears streaming down their faces.  “I pray that you’ll forgive me.” The boy looked back.  Wrath was no longer on the street the boy could no longer hear the singing. 

            “I told you not to look back right.”  Wrath said with a chuckle as he sat atop the street light above the boy.  The boy shook with fear and then his mother grabbed him the arm and began to pull him along again.  His eyes began to glaze, his vision blurred then …

            All I saw was blonde hair and a hand bag swinging as she screamed past me.  She was joined by two other women screaming for help.  They ran so fiercely that instinct took over and I joined them.

Don’t Look Back by Miguel

Leads directly into a scene from the MisEducation of A Minor. 

-Manny L. Birch (Author)

Singles Paradise Circus

Paradise Circus
(to avoid confusion HIM/HE=man, him/he=Strange man purposely not including names.)
She slowly danced up to him as he lay naked on the bed. The short black skirt danced up and down her thighs as she moved The buttons on her white blouse strained to keep her contained in it. The strange man looked up at her with eager anticipatory eyes. She continued to dance closer to him as she opened buttons on her top revealing a black and red bra. The matching panties had already been tossed to the side. The door to the room, which she had left open upon her return was now occupied by the Man.
She slowly climbed atop the strange man straddling his chest as she continued to tease him. She slowly removed her shirt and tossed it to the side of the bed almost hitting the Ipod softly playing music from the nightstand. She used the nail on her index finger to lightly drag a nail down his chest. The strange man flexed his hips in anticipation of what was to come. The woman pulled her hair from the tie holding it back. Fire engine red waves spilled down her shoulders to the middle of her back.
“Lust indeed.” The Man whispered to himself. He smiled as his brain and his body remembered being the one under her.
The Man continued to smile and shook HIS head, releasing HIS own dark hair from the tie that bound it. HE slowly wound his index finger in a circle turning the music up louder. HE began to dance up to the back of the woman, hidden from the strange man’s view. He reached the woman wrapped his arm around her chest across her breasts. She looked over her shoulder and realized it was HIM and smiled. HE pulled her to HIS chest and smiled down at the strange man. The strange man’s eyes bulged with fear. He tried to move but was trapped between their legs. His body immediately wilted. The Man started dancing again, forcing the woman to join his rhythm. Some of the fear leaked out of the strange man’s eyes but he was still wary and confused. The whole time the Man maintained eye contact with the strange man. HE licked the side of her neck and slowly bit on her ear lobe as HE wound his hand into that thick flaming hair. HE pulled back so that she had her head resting on HiS shoulder. Mouth still at her ear HE whispered loud enough for the strange man to hear.
“How could I love a whore?” HE pushed her back onto the strange man’s chest. HE began to leave the room and turned back to see her staring at HIM with tears in her eyes. He laughed
“Have fun big guy.” HE said to the strange man as he left the room. The strange man unfortunately picked that moment to try to free himself again. She turned rage filed eyes on him and with far beyond human strength began to beat on his chest. Soon the tears that streaked off her face were tinted red with his blood. The strange man’s screams had died away long ago but she could still hear HIS laughter playing over the song he had left on repeat.

Paradise Circus by Massive Attack.
-Manny L. Birch (Author)

Singles. Makes Me Wonder

Makes Me Wonder

                Steve walked to the mirror in the bathroom and stared at his reflection.  Bloodshot gray eyes staring a question back at him.  His chocolate brown hair fell in a tangled mess down to his shoulders.  His fortieth birthday had come and gone a few days past and the only signs of his aging were the graying roots of his yellow blond streak of hair just above his right eye.  He looked over his shoulder back into the bedroom where Erica lay sleeping.  He shook his head with a sigh, trying to forget the way it felt between her thighs.  He had been bad and broken a promise to himself.  It had felt good but he knew it wasn’t worth the aftermath. 

                “Get in the shower, get dressed, grab your bags, say bye to Johnny and go.  This is goodbye. “  He gave himself a quick pep talk trying to resist the urge to return to bed.  He had accepted a research grant that would take him around the world for the next few years.  He made sure it allowed for time to return home so he could see Johnny but he knew he had to leave.  As if thinking about him conjured the boy, Steve heard a banging on the bedroom door. 

                “Hey Parentals, I’m hungry.  Growing boy here I need food asap. The tv is calling my name and I must answer.”  Johnny shouted through the door.  Steve smiled at the way the boy spoke and the knowledge that he would do just about anything for him.  Except stay. 

                “Get in the damn shower Steve.  You have a plane to catch.  Get dressed.”  Laura began to stir as he was still trying to convince himself.  He looked over his shoulder as she got up.  He immediately closed the door and turned the water on. 

                He came out of the shower ten minutes later and got dressed.  His bags had been sitting by the door where he placed them last night in preparation for his early morning departure. Erica was in the kitchen making waffles but Johnny was sitting in front of the bags tears threatening to fall. 

                “So this is goodbye huh?” He asked as he saw Steve come out of his bedroom.  “Where are you going?”

                “Johnny I…”  Steve said walking toward him.  The boys gray eyes staring the same question at him that his mirror was asking earlier.  “This isn’t the end of you and I.”

                “But this is goodbye?” A single tear fell from his eye.  “I caught you, please don’t lie.  Just give me a good reason.  Where are you going?  Or do you not have the time?  Did you plan to sneak out while I was asleep?  Did you ever really care about us, was there a you and I?  Don’t answer.  I know this goodbye. “  With that Johnny went up and hugged Steve and then went back into his bedroom and shut the door.    Steve started to tear up as he went into the kitchen to see Erica finishing her waffles with a smug look on her face. 

                “Shit like this makes me wonder if You ever gave a fuck about you and I.  So I’m glad this is goodbye.”  Steve wiped his face and walked out of this kitchen.  He grabbed the note he had written Johnny from the pocket of his duffel bag and slid it under his door along with the passport and ticket to Italy for the Easter break.  He walked back through the house grabbed his coat and bags and walked out the door. 

                “So this is goodbye.”