lawnjart's New Writeups

bright orange kiss (poetry)

2012-08-25T18:43:14Z

at night, my shotgun whispers
it promises such peace
and like its magazine spring
I quiver for release.

all through the morning's darkness
she asks me if I would
skip the coming sunrise
and quit these lands for good...

again I say "No thank you,
hold your bright orange kiss,
though the list grows shorter,
there's still things that I'd miss."

Saiga 12 (thing)

2012-05-31T07:30:59Z

The Saiga 12 is an assault shotgun.

The assault shotgun is a growing family of weapon systems that has many fearsome entries as law enforcement and the military have come to fully appreciate the unmatched superiority of the shotgun as a close quarters force multiplier. Gun manufacturers have begun to innovate to meet the demand.

Back in WWI, the German government issued a diplomatic protest against the United States for their use of shotguns in the trenches. In the hellscape of trench warfare, where dug in lines cowered in the mud and fired at each other across a killing field with withering machine gun fire, high powered bolt action rifles and tried to lob explosives into each others narrow ditches, the Americans developed a technique. A few would brave no manâs land at night, drop into the German trenches, and use the Winchester Model 1897 to eradicate the enemy soldiers. Pistols and the rifles were poor defense against a 12 gauge pump gun at such close ranges,…

shakuhachi (thing)

2004-01-30T09:33:10Z

Varying in length between 1 and 3 feet, the Shakuhachi is an end blown bamboo flute. Itâs name comes from the standard length of one foot (shaku) and eight (hachi) yet all variations of length share the same name. This flute is believed to have come from ancient Egypt, migrating through India and China before finding itâs cultural home in Japan. The earliest incarnation of this instrument in Japan was made of thin walled bamboo and sported six finger holes. It was used primarily in court music (gagaku) between the 7th and 17th centuries until a growing number of mendicant monks who called themselves komosô (straw mat monks) formed an order. The Fuke sect (named after an eccentric 9th century Chinese Zen monk ) became officially established as a branch of Rinzai Zen and gained the sole right to solicit alms using the shakuhachi. Many of these monks (now known as komusô, or "monks of empty nothingness") were rônin who were uprooted due to Japanâs civil wars of…

Thus passes the glory of the world (idea)

2003-12-25T01:23:40Z

How could something that drew no blood hurt so bad? The pain he felt now would best be complemented by a complete inversion of the ribcage followed by careful incision of every vein and artery. This hurt worse than any blade that had tasted of his slip, or any crushing force or tearing strain he had incurred during his little span. He was tearing himself apart and was unable to stop. For days on end he burned with a fever that had no viral source and would take no food, no drink. His body twitched and convulsed in time with his internal dialogue.

This was the death of Love.

This was not the death of any ordinary love, as good people are colliding and repelling always to benefit and detriment. This was a pain felt by relatively few through out…

Nodespotting (idea)

2003-05-13T03:53:54Z

Ah drag maself oop an doon th isles of thes public library turned shootin gallery, feelin th sick take a firmer grip on ma soul, feelin th dirt onder th nails of this filthy habbit grind ita the holes those nails ar diggin inta me psyche.

Ah havna logged in fer sex point three hours and i kin feel it in ma fokken teeth.

Due to the particular flavour of junk ah like to push inta me, the library has shelves of the written word ta soothe my sick. It works quite well fir a bit. but straight, dead text starts ta get on ma tits after a while. Is like havin a stick ah gum win what you need is a fokkin shot.
Books.
Noat only are they loads longer than iceowl nodes, theres fuckahl fur links, ya canna vote the thing oor ching it, no soflinking, bookmarking, nodeshelling, nor can ye blast th cunt wot rote it wi a wicked slash message, likesay.
Noat even books can slack…

Dreaming under a steady rain of nicotine (idea)

2003-03-18T15:14:40Z

â¦pffftâ¦

The cherry flares in intensity like a star about to die, then returns to the mute livid orange that matches, almost exactly the color of the couch.

â¦hffffffâ¦

Absentmindedly, he rubs the freshly shaven square in the hollow where spine meets skull. The touch-ability of naked scalp combined with the perpetual itch caused by the derms has developed into a kind of
nervous tic.

â¦pffffftâ¦

He is nervous.

â¦hffffffâ¦

The dreams have resolved, with each successive treatment, from an undifferentiated soup of psychic noise into a strange geography filled with razor sharp edges. There is now an almost painful clarity of the knife edge of every mountain that…