July 1st, 2007
Micro-horror
It may have been my outlandish hair, or perhaps my knack of taking things apart, but my parents were sure that I would end up as a mad scientist… which I nearly did.
Luckily, I was saved from creating terrible minature monsters in the lab by the video games industry, where I made terrible pixilated mosters on screen.
And now I’m drawing them on paper.
Something tells me that I was always meant to create these horrible things.
Horror of horrors.
wow. Adam, I have a feeling I want to grow up to be like you. except without the being a man thing an’ all. I’ll be maddie the female Adam. the madam.
ok, so it’s a crap joke. admittedly i could probably manage being male anyway, seeing as half the time i act more like a guy than a girl, but there ya go.
now, I’m conducting a sort of experiment at the moment involving one of my poems. i was wondering if everyone/some of the people on here would like to help?
i would like a flying spider. It would be mine, and we would be together, and we would be happy. Her name would be Peloma, and people might die, but who really cares……cept for the ones who die……….. and those that loved em, and the terrified ones, and the worried ones, and….well everyone but me…
.:whimper:.
I’m going to genetically engineer a giant ferocious fluffy cat who will obey only my commands and together we will destroy EVERYTHING.
All I need now is to perfect my diabolical laughter. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
ooh, i like the sound of a giant fluffy cat. hmm…an evil puss….i could swear that’s been done before.
but anyway, do i have any volunteers for helping me with my so-called “experiment”? it really won’t take much effort, all you’d have to do would be read it and say whether your heart beat sped up while you were reading it or not. so…anyone willing?
I’ll give it a go… it’s easy to entice me witht he word ‘experiment’.
thank you! finally someone answers my plea. right then. here’s the deal. the poem is below *points* please read it. and afterwards, can you please comment saying a)what you thought (not part of experiment, i just like to know) and b) if you feel your heartbeat sped up whilst reading it.
so here’s the poem, “This Rhythm”.
It’s this rhythm you keep hearing
and that beat that keeps appearing
it’s those feet that keep on tapping
all those hands that keep on clapping
and the bells that just keep sounding
as the noise becomes surrounding
all the voices keep on singing
and your ears just keep on ringing
it’s the rhyme you can’t escape from
and the reason you can’t hold on
it’s this you keep on tracking
while in your mind it is attacking
it’s the song that keeps on playing
and the words you can’t stop saying
it’s a beat that keeps on stalking
and your mind just keeps on walking
it helps you to feel alive
as your sense struggles to survive
it’s a song that keeps on going
in your head it keeps on flowing
a heart that won’t stop beating
something you’ve tried defeating
but that tune you keep on meeting
and the one that keeps repeating
it’s just a track in the charts
of which you can’t stop singing parts
and you just can’t make this stop
as it plays in every shop
it’s driving you insane
as it takes over your brain
it tries to overtake you
tries to re-create you
it re-writes the DNA
stops everything you want to say
it’s the words you can’t quit writing
and that battle you keep fighting
the one that gets away
but still it tries to stay
you think that you’re just sad
but you’re really going mad
as your heartbeat starts speeding
at the words you keep on reading
if you ain’t singing then your humming
or whistling or something
your mind told it leave
but that’s the encouragement it needs
you’re getting really desperate
as with friends it keeps you seperate
and the obsession keeps on growing
and your thinking keeps on slowing
this fascination is ascending
with the more you are depending
on this rhythm you keep hearing
and this beat that keeps appearing
thanks. Anyone can comment. I want as many replies as possible.
I like that a lot…
I can see what you’re aiming at too, the tempo does increase throughout the poem and your meter is spot on, in a similar way that really good blues music recreates the tempo of a steam engine.
It’s also got a vague Chaucerian feel what with the rhyming couplets and all.
As far making my heart beat faster, I’m afraid not, but that’s most likey because I’ve drunk so much coffee today that it can’t really go that much faster… but your poem is very good… far better than I can manage.
thank you. and by the way, don’t drink too much coffee. it’s some type of laxative. and anyway, mocha is better.
I can’t imagine any evolutionary use for a human ear on a mouse. Their hearing is already greater than ours. Being on the back like that, it would only become a wax trap anyway.
Do mice eat ear wax? Heyyy… maybe *that’s* the evolutionary breakthrough… a self-feeding mouse!
The mouse with an ear on its back is real… it already exists it’s a human ear grafted onto a mouse (not genetically engineered as is often reported). It is thought that this might be a good way to grow replacement parts for people that lose theirs… not sure what happens to the mouse though.
Have a look here
Alas, the 4″ rhino is just a figment of my imagination though.
… oh, and Mr Bivins, that is a superb evil genius laugh.
Now, a flying eight-legged rhino with a human ear on its back… that would be creepy.
Maddie all poetry makes my heart speed up. I think it is a self destruct before the pain gets to great mechanism. Not saying your poetry is bad, it was actually quite good, tho I would hate to skew your statistical research with false-positives.
You guys would hate where I live, we have everything that fly’s and bites.
Last week I hit a spider with a pick, but it kept attacking at me.
Seriously I hit about 3 times and I didn’t even hurt it.
Pics here
Flickr – Broken Toy Shop
i’m always so envious of people who can write ANYTHING, ive never been that kind of person.
ben, where do you live?
Toowoomba.
Queensland, the bogun redneck central of the entire bloody world.
Also overwhelmed with biting crawling things ATM, the worst of which is greenants.
Check out my link to either flickr or myspace for more on me.
I won’t post any more here, lest this site becomes devoted to me and my glory *blushes at own greatness*.
/note to self-NO MORE COFFEE
Haha, clearly you’ve never been the Appalachia region of the US.
dude, i went to your flickr, saw the kings park photo and went holy crap! thats the city where i live!
Hmm, yes Ilove kings park. I have only once been there in the day.
I was in Perth 2 weeks ago.
I love that city.
Used to live in Mnt Lawley, damn I had a great life when I lived there.
Not like living here in dullsville.
I have proof that spiders are evolving wings.
Look at this site, and see the ant mimicking spider.
http://apps.facebook.com/connections/viewProfile.php?uid=858845194
Ants can fly!!!
So there for it is only natural evolution that we will have flying spiders.
Evolution is evil! and must be stopped.