Jason Rimbaud

Sadly like you Camy, I'm a bit behind. Mainly because I spent the day with my ass "glued" to the couch watching the Election unfold. And though it was worth it, I am now so far behind it will take a lot to catch up.Jason

I hear you Des and I agree.I hope Obama has what it takes to lead this country. And though the world is looking on, I feel that America has for the first time in my lifetime stop looking on and actually joined in on the dance. If we can continue to build on Obama's speech he made tonight and actually join together, we can do great things.Jason

So as of thirty minutes ago, for good or for ill, America voted in Senator Obama by a large resounding margin. Soundly defeating McCain in key Republican states, I think America has spoken clearly and loudly that we need change in America. With such a majority, Republicans need to get behind the Presidential Elect and try to heal this country. I think McCain said it best in his concession speech that though they were opponents this morning, McCain will fall behind Obama and work with him to move this country forward. Now more than ever, Washington needs to see this election as the people are pissed about the "old boy's club" ruling the nation and to start being a government for the people by the people. Like I said, I don't know if America did the right thing tonight, I don't know if I did the right thing by voting for Obama, but apparently a majority of the country felt as I did. Obama has a long hard road ahead and I hope he surrounds himself with the right people to give him the right kind of advice to restore the greatness of our nation. All my best thoughts are directed to the man that will now decide my fate and that of my country for the next four years. Jason And it was of some doubt in my mind, but McCain's concession speech proved to me that he is a man of honor, patriotism, and has a great love for this country and if he follows through on his promise to get behind Obama, then he truly is a great American.

Not usually someone who offers comment on stories, I somehow adapted the thought that explaining or dissecting someone else's work is quite arrogant, but for this tale I'll make an exception. Not because the subject matter is close to my heart, far from it actually and those of you that read my Blog will understand, and not because it's written in a masterful way, WriteByMySelf writes in a straight-forward simple manner without his usual vocabulary flare. Matter of fact, from the opening paragraph I found myself slowly becoming angry. Angry at the subject matter, angry at the way the narrator tries to justify his predatory nature, and unbelievably angry at the way the narrator washes his hands of any wrong doing at the end. Yet I'm not bashing the writer. In my cynical life, rarely do I become affected by the written word and usually only poetry when and if that happens. But as I read WriteByMySelf tale, I became angry, filled with emotion, I actually stood up at one point and stormed outside to have a smoke and to calm down. These words rammed into my brain, awakening those centers that govern my meager supply of emotions and let them all lose at once. In his simple, straight-forward manner, WriteByMySelf captures the torment, the self-loathing, and the lust that rages inside a pedophile all the while without glamorizing or condones the actions. Instead of wrapping things up all nice and pretty, he drops the narrative and leaves it up to the reader to discern the ending. Reminding us all that life doesn't have a happily ever after key and no matter how hard people try, life doesn't afford Hollywood Endings. And in this readers opinion, who needs them anyway. My hat is doffed you silly raccoon, Jason

Again, well written, vivid imagery, singularity in thought. From the two flash fictions pieces, and your piece in the bull pen, you seem to dwell on the internal instead of the external. Though you are describing the outside world, you thoughts are strictly internal and how the outside images affect the internal you. This is very powerful for certain types of writings. I wonder what you could do if you try your hand at poetry. Jason (ever the poet)

This isn't narrative, matter of fact this isn't even fiction. In no way would I label this as anything but prose in it's purest and most beautiful form. Images and thoughts slowly float inside your consciousness, piece by piece building the idea of the ravages of time til like the man sitting on the porch, you too are brought to the very end of existence. By the end of this piece I was exhausted, my brain overloaded by the constant barrage of description, and I felt out of breath. Pieces like this aren't for the casual reader, the ideas are too subtle and the words to powerful. I found it took a few reads to get each piece of nugget Brandon included, like finding something new each time. I couldn't read an entire story written in this manner, prose does not make good fiction stories. And yet prose is the hardest pieces to write. I am genuinely surprised by the author's talent in this area. Jason (doffing his hat)

Umm, 50 dollars a week? I don't know what kind of prices they have way over down there, but here in California, it wouldn't be possible to scrape by on 50 dollars a week. I get free food from my restaurant and I still can't get my grocery bill under a hundred a week. And I live by myself. And so this topic won't be off, I haven't eaten a fast food restaurant in ten years. I try to support local business and abhor chain corporate places. I do go to Applebee's sometimes after work, but this is for very cold tap Foster's Beer and not for the food. Jason

What exactly is a "spam bot"? Apparently we are having problems with these thingys and I don't really know what they are or how to look for them. Jason

I despise most stories that are written in the first person...There are a few that I find are exceptional but usually...I don't even read past the first paragraph.Whether or not it's my own personal opinion, again most first person narratives are poorly written. I've always believed that the author should show you character instead of telling you character. And this is the mistake that most first person narratives make, they tell instead of showing. Then again, I've been wrong so many times in my life....Jason

I so agree with Rick...not hot at all. Jason

Simple words invoke such strong images...and "To Me" is filled with such images. Sometimes in the safety of our bed is the only place we can truly be free and happy. I really like this Res...brilliant. Jason

*silence* J

Hey Jealousy! Do you think it might be all right, if I could just crash here tonight? The green monster... Crack doesn't kill...gun's doesn't kill...bullets doesn't even kill...it's jealousy Jason Oh nuts

Whew! That's a relief. As we all know what orangutan's do when they don't like something. Anyone for throwing poo? As did I. Thank you Camy...Jason

I must say that this story surprised me. Very entertaining with enough of mystery to keep me wanting more. As for the secrets behind Brody and the Angel of Death and just what part Harbor plays in all this, I can't wait to find out. Jason

Don't worry Wibby, we're used to your closed mouth ways. We (read I) don't care if you like it or not. Why won't you tell me what you think? Why!!!!!!!!(a tearful) Jason

Not to be out done by Camy and his forgotten hard-drive pieces that he selfishly dribbles out here and there as he "discovers them", I searched through my "hard-drive" and found a poem that "somehow" managed to evade getting posted. Not one of my better pieces, that's probably why I decided to bury it in the layers of shit that covers my computer. But seeing as I haven't posted a new poem in months... *shrugs* If you have a mind, check it out in the Poetry Forum, it's called Boy With Dancing Eyes. Or don't...because as Wibby is fond of saying... Jason

Boy With Dancing Eyes By: Jason Rimbaud Written July 13th, 2007 He speaks to me in riddles And assures me that he loves me This boy with dancing eyes And though I barely know him I can't help but love him And trust him with my heart I wished I never kissed him Because now I can't resist him This boy with dancing eyes And now when he whispers Take me to your bed again The way you did last night Promising everthing will be okay He holds my heart dangerously tight But when I'm inside it feels so right "It's been over twenty four hours And I already miss him laying next to me I cling to his pillow and choke back the tears He still hasn't called And he didn't show up for work today I hope he's all right and wish he wasn't It's like going through withdraw My body aches for his touch and causes anger Beating myself blind does little to ease the tension Still no word from him And I'm beginning to clear away the lies Finally I see his words for what they are A new me emerges to the light For the first time in five days I slept without crying And the world is strangely clear and bright I think I'm finally over him The stronger me overtaking the weaker self And I stand tall and face those that doubted It's two Am and the doorbell rings Before I open it I know it's him my pulse races He stands before me and I let him inside" This morning I wake covered with cum and sweat Our bodies are entwined and I wonder why I chose to believe this boy with dancing eyes Because now I can finally see our future And there is no happy endings Just the two of us and our wasted life And I promise that it will be all right And that everything will finally work out I sink into the powder and suddenly I'm not okay

This comes under the heading of short and sweet. Questions, doubts, fears, seem to fade when eyes fall on the one that truly does complete them. Jason

Methinks I'm not the only one that struggles with demons of addiction. Or maybe as an addict, I read into the words what most connects with my mind and thoughts. Either way, a powerful piece that has me quietly contemplating my life. Brilliant. Jason

Hmm, a heartbreaking ending to a tale as old as time itself. Who among us has not crushed on a straight friend in High School. I sense the sadness in the protagonist as he struggles to find a way to put this behind him and come to terms with the longing that was never meant to be. Truly wrenching to observe. Jason

Xzor64, The protagonist takes us on the journey of sexual awakening with stark images, vivid descriptions and highly charged erotica. A truly great poem, though I do have issues with the title... Throughout the piece, the reader is lulled into believing he is witnessing something private and meant only for the two involved. This gives us the feeling of voyeurism and almost makes us guilty for peeking into this private moment. Then like a masterful poet, the piece turns and in the end you are left breathless at the realization this is nothing but a dream...a fantasy. From the title, I knew from the beginning where the piece was heading, and I believe if you change the title to something more ambiguous, the end will grip the reader all the more powerful. Of course this is just my opinion and I'm known for being wrong most of the time. Great piece, I truly enjoyed reading it. Jason

Am I the only one that is up-set by this article? For the supreme court to rule that it is illegal for a doctor to withhold care based on religious beliefs, even when that care is not a life or death issue, is a slippery slope to complete government control and only a few steps away from a future straight out of some science fiction writer's mind about a bleak future. Reading the above quote, the Doctor or doctor's gave the lady all the tools she would need to have babies, and even went as far as referring another Doctor who had no moral objections. Not to get off topic, but I wouldn't have knocked her up either, we have to many kids in the world as it is and one of the blessings of being gay is you can't get a dude pregnant. I'm not saying that a Doctor should turn away any person when that person's life is on the line, but clearly this was not the case. I don't know these Doctor's but from the above article, they don't seem to be uncaring or hateful. I get this from the above quote, they gave her the tools, they gave her the knowledge, the only thing they refused was the actual act of knocking her up. One of the things I despise about the gay community, is the creating of situations that are better left alone. If the Doctor watched as someone died because that person was gay, then by all means, prosecute to the fullest. But how dare the Court rule that a Doctor must ignore his basic moral or religious beliefs. The religious right are the enemy, I agree as they spit hatred and murderous language against anyone that is different. And I also agree that the Gay activists are also the enemy, as they refuse to allow another person to follow their beliefs. Both of these parties I despise. What ever happened to minding your own business. You can not tell me that in California, this lady couldn't find another doctor to perform this procedure. Why did she have to make a case out of something that is none of her concern? The more freedom we take away from the opposing point of view, the more freedom we give away for our own side. Where will the line be drawn? I believe that the average American truly doesn't care whether or not anyone is gay. Matter of fact, even those that are opposed to the gay lifestyle for religious reasons are still tolerant enough to mind their own business. I know several people who for religious purposes think gays are going to hell yet they also believe it is their right to do what they wish. Forcing others to believe like you is the worst kind of close-minded behavior. We accuse the religious right of this behavior and condemn them for their beliefs. We are no better, or at least, those that bring up stupid cases like this are no better. They aren't making the world a better place for gays, they are creating more problems in the long run. We will never learn to live together if we continue to create division with the breeders. We always say we want/demand to be accepted yet we continually refuse to accept others for their beliefs. It's no wonder why breeders hate us, all we show them is hate in return. Jason

Trust Cole to bring a smile to my face even on my worst day. I just read the above comment and couldn't stop laughing. Thanks Cole,Jason

Umm, Des. As all of us here know you never speak with your tongue attached to your cheek. We take everything you say in the exact manner as you meant it. Jason