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  1. Clay Aiken

    A Confession

    I would simply love to!! It is true that in the setting of a sun, we can see the grim reflection of our own blackened souls staring at us from the unknowable gulf that separates this life from the next. For we are all given a hundred thousand beats of our fragile hearts to live a life that was designed for us, old woman and stillborn child alike. And if you listen closely to your heart, the "thumpity thump" will one day resemble the sound of a chiseled war veteran in a worn out stetson reciting the integers to their inevitable conclusion, and when your time nears its end, just sit back and s
  2. The night had enfolded around me. Darkness infiltrated each cell of my feeble frame, and temptresses of the night clenched my loins as the angry fires of reality's harsh gaze penetrated deep inside of me. I was lost and alone, with nobody to call my own, no home to rest my head, and sadness overcame me. I saw what I once was, a window to heaven, a beacon of light, a creator of sonic beauty that could forever change an instant in time, an instant in rhyme?? I don't know if that makes sense, but making sense had never concerned me before, so why now?? And when these tortuous thoughts had re
  3. Just one.I found myself in the regal den belonging to the Creator of the Universe himself, papers spread around, mathematical equations scrawled haphazardly on loose leaf paper, the equations that gave our reality their form. I turned to him, as he sat in his chair reclined and asked “Why??” He smiled graciously and remained silent for what felt like hours, as he munched on what appeared to be rice snacks of some sort, sprinkled with congealed love. I looked at him again, about to speak, but he stopped me in my trembling tracks when he motioned for me to come closer. He took me by the hand
  4. Before this question can be answered, we first must be sure we answer the question "What is life" and "Do I know it when I see it??" And as I pondered this question, behold a vision permeated my weary eyes. Calypso, ruler of the underworld, rose from his throne in the sea and called my name with a bellow that would tear the skin from your bones if it hadn't been stitched there by the handcrafted love of a thousand angels before time itself began. And as the echo from his mighty shout reverberated through the Universe sending the souls of men hiding wherever shelter could be found, I turned
  5. Fastidious in fortune, demoralized by despair, a young child carries a bag of bricks four miles each morning to a school house in a neighboring town. You may ask why, and the answer is as revealing as a trapeze artist dancing gleefully on a tightrope as the audience gasps in stark horror as they realize that a masked man stands ready to cut that rope and send Trapeze Tom (that's his name) to his fiery death in a pit of burning coal below. For you see this child knew something, something that even a rat in the sweltering August heat could never know. For a secret had been told unto her by th
  6. Trepidatious and trembling, I awoke from yet another dream, a dream that had spoken and shouted, reverberating through my marrow like sunshine in the darkest corners of a Siberian mine shaft. Quickly I got up and clothed my shaking body with a dazzling array of silk garments that instantaneously wed themselves to my flesh, not wanting to face what I had seen in that vision, that terrible scene displayed on the movie screen theater of my soul. And yet I could not continue. There was a demon I had to face, a demon born and bred on Jupiter's last remaining moon, groomed in the empty night of a
  7. As I awoke from my slumber, I felt a wave of joy clench around me. Even though I knew that Christmas comes everyday somewhere in the world, today was special, for today Christmas had come home. Or had it?? Looking at my calendar, I was shocked to see that there was no number 25, nor a spot where it used to be. "What had happened??" I respectfully asked myself as I shuddered at the events that had just taken place. I ran outside to see if the streets were teeming with laughter as one would expect, but alas, no sounds could be heard, not even the sound of my bluebird friend who consistently
  8. A short program of course (who hasn't??), but the holy grail of constructing an entire long program for that glorious array of sunshine I have not yet had the privilege!! But do I give in and admit defeat?? The answer is a hearty "no", and as I bellow from the depths of my loins to indicate to the Cosmos that I am still waiting for that glorious opportunity, I can but wonder, for who, and for how long must I endure this wretched pain?? As the heartless forces of the Universe seek to undo me completely, and with their sabre-toothed hate draw blood from the deepest parts of my flesh, the crim
  9. In order to understand how things end, you must first understand where you began!! Although I can't remember the details in exhaustive detail, I do know in general terms how things began for me. For I was conceived in the mind of a centaur less than three millennia ago, the very same centaur that dutifully stands on guard at the blazing center of the universe, waiting for his one command that will send him into a tailspin of kaleidoscopic chaos which Fate destined for him at the moment of creation. And as I think about his noble fight that will enfold in due time, I'm led to consider my own
  10. Color me crimson!! As the war of our souls continues unabated, an echo reverberates through the desert lands of despair and discomfort, an echo which vibrates through our bones and sends a message to the deepest corners of our souls with but one message "Catatonic though we stand, fate has destined us to a higher purpose. So open your heart to the wind that passes you by, for it is a wind generated by the Creator of the Universe himself as he rushes to grab the hand of a wayward child in distress, to pick him up from the ashes of his pain, and to say with a voice of infinite and derelict gle
  11. Thunderclaps penetrated through to the marrow of my soul, as the hail of my heart pounded my chest like diamond encrusted nails on a summers eve too soon forgotten. As I gathered my thoughts for the journey ahead, I had to wonder; where was I and where was I going?? Delightful and penetrating questions to be sure, and yet they remained unanswered through the path of my existence up until now. Even still, I was sure that though the corrosive effects of life had had there way with my fragile body for some time, the strength I had been given by a furry friend resembling a chipmunk but with a s
  12. Some say love is like a downpour in a fertile field dried by the noonday sun, while others believe it is nothing more than a twinkle from the furthest star as he bids you a goodnight with his infectious smile. I say love is these two things, and maybe more!! But perhaps it is best to be clear about what love isn't. Love is not a guillotine awaiting his next victim, or a saucy brew of longing, blood-lust, and the occasional peck on the cheek from the neighborhood whore who rarely takes no for an answer. And as you look inward toward your inner chasm of delights, and feel the radiance of you
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