Smiles

I'm sorry it's not a poem, lyrics or a short story. For some reason, I just wanted to talk about smiles, and as it would be a little awkward to call someone up for the sole purpose of this topic, I thought it best to put in a blog post.

Smiles. Why can one smile make you think about someone completely differently? Why do we pay so much attention to them that we can tell when someone is faking it? What makes a smile great or pretty? That is, is fore familiarity with the person a requirement?

What inspires this blog post is a music group I've discovered recently. The thing is, my first exposure to them was actually over a year ago, but I didn't start habitually youtubing them until recently when I came across a different video in which they smiled. All of a sudden, I'm in love with them! All of sudden, they seem beautiful in all of their videos, whereas upon my initial viewing (before I saw the grin) I thought they were just weird and experimental in their appearance, to say the least. And the music? At first not my thing, but it definitely grew on me, so much so I'm going to buy an album.

But maybe, I'm completely off. Maybe I made the whole thing up about seeing their smiles and that somehow made their music better. But maybe, it was still their smiles that made me feel drawn and open to what they were offering, their smiles that made me interested and convinced me there was a depth I wanted to delve into.

I'd hate to say something to the contrary of all smiles being beautiful, but I've certainly noticed that I don't experience everyone's smile the same. How normal is that? Among my friends it tells me how they're feeling, but among strangers it might actually send my head reeling from the...profoundness of it.

As for me, I saw a friend recently who I hadn't seen in a while, and I grinned the whole time we sat in Starbucks, in spite of myself. I was just so happy just to see her. That kind of thing, my friends, does not happen very often. For me to smile usually takes wit and humor, dialogue and comical action, not something so trivial as seeing someone's face.

My concluding thought on this matter is that I hope someone out there enjoys my smile as much as I enjoy the one in this picture.

Anger Management

Listen to that drawl
voices through the wall
want to make you fall
want to watch you crawl


tear it all apart
throw away that heart
beat them at the start
pierce them like a dart

and lose the brawl
and lose it all
then watch you fall
then watch you crawl

Superlucky Part Two

Speedsters are subject to the same barriers as everyone else.

    Rick chanced a glance around the dumpster just in time to see a lime-green blur go by. He wiped away some spittle from the side of his mouth. The Speedster was running in a search pattern, but only through the streets and alleys. Rick needed to get into a building. He started trying all the doors in the alley. Finally, one opened and he disappeared inside.
    It was the fluorescent-lit workshop of a cake decorator. Stainless steel pots hung from the walls and a tower of cake pans had been stacked by the industrial sink. He didn't see anyone, but the cake decorated to be Noah’s Arc was not finished, as one giraffe sat on the starboard deck while the other stood lonely on the flour-dusted countertop. Rick debated with himself. A cake decorator would most likely be a normie, but there was the occasional super who preferred an artisan occupation. A normie would hide him, a super would definitely turn him in. Rick snapped out of it-- he couldn't take any chances.

Superlucky Part One

   "September the 28th. Normie Terrorism Blows Up Cornerstore.
    2 dead, 6 injured. At 2:00PM an explosive device was detonated at the Short Stop convenience store on the corner of Pine and Cedar Ave. A young adult male normie has been taken into custody on suspicion of ties with the terrorist organization NASM. A possible female super accomplice has eluded capture. If confirmed, this will be the fourth case of organized normie terrorism in the last nine months.