Gabriel Vincent Eugene Medina
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Gabriel Vincent Eugene Medinahello and welcome to my websitehell yeah i have two middle names |
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Draft One
Everyone leaves Las Vegas and is on their way home to New York (or New Jersey where Odysseus lives). Except that Odysseus has a really shitty van that breaks down quite often, and a bunch of guys in the back who need sustenance often and have an affinity for stopping at random bars (Odysseus doesn't drink, but does cause problems, although he is smart enough to lie himself out of them.)
Odysseus and his crew are on their way home, somewhere in Arizona, late at night, when they decide to stop somewhere to eat. So, they stop at a gas station. The closer they get the sketchier it looks, and none of the guys want to leave the car, so Odysseus forces one of his guys to go in and check it out. After quite a while of waiting for him the rest of the crew decides to just go in and find him.
They don't find him inside the gas station, but they do find him out back, surrounded by a group of men in leather biker jackets that have Lotuses on the back, obviously high out of his mind (on psychedelics). Odysseus grabs him and shakes him and is like "come on, man. We've got to go.", but the dude is like "nooooo i want to stayyyy" and long story short they don’t get food, somehow convince the dude to come back (or maybe they kidnap him), and leave.
Later, somewhere in Southern Colorado, their van breaks down in a vast farming area and they need to walk like three miles before they come to a house. The house itself has the door wide open, with soft music playing from inside, so Odysseus goes inside and tries to find someone, with no success. Although he does find a large charcuterie board and an array of snacks on the coffee table. After a few (not enough) moments of thought, he decides that the people who live there must be nice (I mean, who else leaves the door open and plays an indie YouTube playlist in the background?), so he lets the rest of his crew come in and go ham on the charcuterie board. (Odysseus stands against a wall in the back with a toothpick from the charcuterie board in his mouth as foreshadowing).
Naturally, it's a surprise when a very buff one-eyed man enters the room and asks them what they're doing in his house.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"... nobody."
Odysseus starts telling him that they were just looking for food and didn't see anyone around, but the one-eyed dude (he has a name tag reading "Polly") stops him and asks "What the fuck. You don't see anyone here, so you just take?". Odysseus is quite frankly terrified right now, but he has an idea, so he tries to bribe the one-eyed dude with a gift card for very expensive fancy delicious New York wine (Odysseus got the gift card free from his work) (they ship across the U.S.). The one-eyed dude takes the card, looks at it, and puts it in his pocket before closing the door, locking it, and pulling up a chair to sit in front of the door. "I was having a book club, and one of the members had his house catch fire so we had to go deal with that. They should be back soon, so be prepared to explain to them why they no longer have a charcuterie board. And if you make even one move, I'm calling the police.".
About half an hour passes, and the one-eyed dude calls his book club guys and finds out that the fire actually got worse and that they'll probably have to finish the book club later. By now it's getting pretty late, so he decides to just keep watching Odysseus and his crew and to just get his friends there in the morning to deal with it.
An hour or two passes (Odysseus thinks his crew might die if they have to stay there any longer, but the one-eyed dude refuses any more explanations.), and the one-eyed dude starts nodding off, eventually falling asleep entirely. Odysseus tries to go out the back door, but it's blocked by a new fridge that is yet to be installed.
After a few minutes of near panic, Odysseus makes an impulsive decision to stab the one-eyed man in the eye with a toothpick to get him to run away from the door. The man wakes up and starts screaming, his eye blinded. One of Odysseus's men jimmies the door, and they escape, hiding in the bushes beside the house while the one-eyed man screams bloody murder, only to see two cars pull up and a bunch of buff men exit them and run to the one-eyed man, asking what's going on.
"I'M BLINDDDD!!!"
"What happened?"
"NOBODY BLINDED MEEEEEE"
"What do you mean nobody blinded you?"
"NOBODYYYYYYY"
The book club friends are confused before eventually getting the one-eyed dude in the car and driving him to a hospital.
A Crowded Trolley Carby Elinor WylieThe rain's cold grains are silver-gray Sharp as golden sands, A bell is clanging, people sway Hanging by their hands.
Supple hands, or gnarled and stiff, Snatch and catch and grope; That face is yellow-pale, as if The fellow swung from rope.
Dull like pebbles, sharp like knives, Glances strike and glare, Fingers tangle, Bluebeard's wives Dangle by the hair.
Orchard of the strangest fruits Hanging from the skies; Brothers, yet insensate brutes Who fear each others' eyes.
One man stands as free men stand As if his soul might be Brave, unbroken; see his hand Nailed to an oaken tree. |
Not Waving but Drowningby Stevie SmithNobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning. |
Morningside Heights, JulyBy William MatthewsHaze. Three student violists boarding a bus. A clatter of jackhammers. Granular light. A film of sweat for primer and the heat for a coat of paint. A man and a woman on a bench: she tells him he must be psychic, for how else could he sense, even before she knew, that she'd need to call it off? A bicyclist fumes by with a coach's whistle clamped hard between his teeth, shrilling like a teakettle on the boil. I never meant, she says. But I thought, he replies. Two cabs almost collide; someone yells fuck in Farsi. I'm sorry, she says. The comforts of loneliness fall in like a bad platoon. The sky blurs-there's a storm coming up or down. A lank cat slinks liquidly around a corner. How familiar it feels to feel strange, hollower than a bassoon. A rill of chill air in the leaves. A car alarm. Hail. |
Absolutely Insane Music Videos: |
Good Music Videos:David Bowie - Starman (Top of the Pops) David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (Hammersmith Odeon, London, 1973) |
Batman
Transmasc Anthems
The Song of Achilles
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Hamlet
Punk
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The Goldfinch
Grant Chapman
Travel
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Party
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