mindflow #1 ascii version 05.25.94 edited and programmed by josh ruihley mindflow #1 is the first attempt at getting different thoughts from people acrossed the country and putting them together in a nice little file. these thoughts can be in the form of a poem, short story, brainstorm or any other kind of self expression that can be put on a computer. the purpose is to create a nice little mind trip that people can take once a month. it features different views from different people on different subjects. all that is needed to take these trips is an open mind, so open up your mind, and enjoy. if you would like to submit something to be printed in future versions of mindflow, please either mail or email me. mindflow will not work if it isn't for 'thought donations', so if you have something that you would like to be put in here, please, donate your thoughts and make mindflow a trip worth taking. all versions of mindflow can be downloaded for free from: rip curl bbs (versailles, ky) : 1.606.873.6637 too basic by paul kell------------------------------------------------------ two basic emotions two basic fears two basic eyes shedding two basic tears two basic hearts two basic souls a story of love as our story unfolds they were two basic friends with two basic minds their friendship was one too basic to find too lost in emotions too lost in their fears too lost in their eyes and too lost in their tears one basic body one basic mind set apart from the world unfeeling, unkind not feeling the love only feeling the fear persecuted by many persecuted by peers from two basic persons united as one separated forever they both have no one Fish by Joel Wheeler--------------------------------------------------- Fish. Fish on a plate. It is a work of Art. Art who? wish by josh ruihley--------------------------------------------------- i threw the penny in the wishing well my hopes and dreams needed still to come true the penny fell and the water splashed the well one cent closer to purchasing heaven and me one cent closer to foreclosing on hell but the birds dont bother me one bit the grass is still green and the sky is still blue and i am still nothing cause im without you Untitled by Matt Williamson------------------------------------------------ The overwhelming dark flood of smoke caught us off Guard. Help! someone screamed as I hovered over the Fire. The toxic fumes were pleasant To my primitive senses. My time was up - Destruction done Time to leave Manifest. My essence in the Floating ash. To be scattered across the land of human fraility The Girl Who Lived Here Before by Melissa Pike------------------------------- The horses keep falling; I guess she likes the dolls better, because she never bothered them. It must be a little girl Who hated living on this farm. My sister is afraid for her horses; Their plastic legs don't hold up well to falling six feet The floor's not very soft. Maybe we should put something there for them-- some pillows or something. I think the girl will get uses to the horses; she must learn that things change. She must have been spoiled and rich from the looks of this house. I wonder what her name is and what happened to her. Maybe it had something to do with horses. And why is she still here? She must be lonely. Sometimes I hear her crying in the night. I would be her friend if only I could find her. I must look in the yard. The stones will reveal her to me. Inside by Andy Malloy---------------------------------------------------- looking inside i see the blackness a Void i can remember, there was a heart there... once... long ago... it was stolen and never replaced... Untitled by Betsy Hughes--------------------------------------------------- i look about me and everywhere i see what i could have been misconceptions linger on the ground where i have dropped them the visions of my dream of success float quietly across the walls out of my reach or just too quick for me to catch i grasp one suddenly, hold on, then let go. Psycho Disco Ninjo by Brad Wright---------------------------------------- Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzt. Bzzz -- SMASH! Billy managed a moan of contempt for the alarm clock as another Monday started. "Boy, I hate Mondays." Billy rose from his bed, if a mass of covers and blankets on a couple pieces of wood is a bed. In his early morning stupor, even the mild-mannered wallpaper seemed to scream at him. "Billy! Get your scrawny butt in the shower!" Billy blinked several times before he realized the wallpaper was, in fact, not talking. It was only his slightly demented and completely crazy and evil step-mother. "Whatever, Sherona!" Billy sighed, as he lumbered towards the bathroom. The hallway was full of little dolls and little cars and dog poop. "ARGH! When is anyone besides me going to clean up for this filthy animal?!?" Billy screamed, getting no reply. But today was going to be different, he decided. No more letting people walk all over him. No more taking flak from schoolmates. No more -- SPLAT. "I just stepped in a DOG TURD!!!" "Well pick it up, duh, stoooopid," came the low reply from around the corner. Billy rounded the corner to see his little sister, Cindy. Cindy was wearing her My Little Pony pajamas and waggling her tongue at him. "Santa Claus isn't real, ya know," Billy muttered, just loud enough to be sure the rugrat heard him. Tears filled Cindy's eyes, and a low moan started to eminate from her. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOM!!!" Cindy shrieked. "BILLY SAID --" Billy slammed a fist into Cindy's midsection, ending her yelp in mid- breath. Cindy looked up, startled. "B-b-billy..." she whispered. "W-w-w-why-dj-ja d-d-do th-that f-for?" Billy stared down at her with molten eyes. "Listen, munchkin. Dad and Scum-ona have been giving me crap since I kicked the dog down the stairs after it bit my knee. Now, we aren't going to say a word to Dad and --" "BIIIIIILLY!!! ARE YOU READY FOR SCHOOL YEEEET?!?" "SHUT UP, SCUM-ONA!!!" Billy yelled down the stairs. "WHAT?!?" "I SAID, NOT YET, SHERONA, PRINCESS!" "BULLCRAP! GET IN THE SHOWER, OR I'LL BEAT YOU SILLY!" Billy sighed, and went into the bathroom, which, by some grace of God, was actually empty. Billy stumbled in, and looked at his dejected form in the mirror. Billy was always a small boy, until eighth grade, when he grew ten inches over three months. Still, he was slight at 5'11", 140 pounds. With brown hair and green eyes, he was an almost mirror image of his father. From the day he was the born (not the night, but the day, mind you), we knew he was trouble (not monopoly, but trouble). Billy jumped in the shower, and bathed quickly, knowing if he took too long, he would have to deal with She-Man Sherona. After putting on a t-shirt and pair of blue jeans, Billy weaved his way in and out of toys and other miscellaneous mishaps waiting to happen on the 'Stairs of Doom', and grabbed his bookbag and a Pop-Tart on his way out the door. "BILLY! GET BACK IN HERE AND --" started Sherona, whining/screaming as usual. "Cram it, freak!" he yelled back, and started off to school. Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzt. Billy lifted his head and wondered how it could be Tuesday already. He got out of bed, and that was when he saw Kathy Ireland battling a pitch-black demon. "Well, there's something you don't see every day," Billy mused. Kathy turned her head. "Mind giving me a hand, cutie?" Billy stared for several seconds, and jumped off the bed, landing a vicious side kick to the face of the demon. The demon howled in anger/fury/pain, and promptly turned into a wisp of smoke. Kathy turned around, and smiled at Billy. "Thanks. He was a handful, let me tell you. Now, let me show you my gratitude." Kathy moved towards Billy, parting her thick, moist lips... "BILLY! Are you going to stay in here for fifth hour, too?" Billy's dream faded almost as quickly as the demon had. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs, and realized the bell had rung, and he was still in his fourth hour class when it was fifth hour. Billy managed a squeak of bewilderment, gathered his things, and headed to fifth hour class. He was relieved when he got there. His mind was totally blown, and he couldn't think straight. Thank goodness he had a free period to... "Okay, class. Get out fourty sheets of paper and write a novella. You have fifty minutes. Begin." Billy stared numbly at his Advanced English teacher, Mrs. Learse. She was staring out the window at her nice shiny red car, a Ninjata or something. Billy screamed, once, and pulled out his paper and began. Forty eight minutes later, he was done. His hands were bleeding, and his eyes swam in and out of focus, but he was done. "Mrs. Learse?" Billy asked. "What should we do with our --" Mrs. Learse leaped from her perch, and with the deftness of a jungle beast (which, Billy assumed she was related to one anyway), snatched the papers from Billy's hands. Her face was expressionless as she snapped, "No talking during writing. Automatic zero." Billy suddenly realized how people can commit murder. He jumped up, ran to Mrs. Learse, and started yelling in her face. "You stupid freak! You Hooked-On-Phonics dropout! You wouldn't know a good essay if it jumped up and bit you on your ass! You --" Mrs. Learse slapped Billy full in the mouth. Billy started to bleed, and gaped at her. "No one, I repeat, no one, EVER talks to me like that." Billy considered his options briefly. He could... 1 - Let it slide. Billy wasn't a violent type, so, being slapped in the face by a woman in front of 25 classmates shouldn't have bothered him. 2 - Complain to the principal. This was the best thing to do, as it was democratic and would be a peaceful solution. 3 - Beat the living snot out of her. Billy headed for his desk, pivoted on his left foot, and shot his right foot into the front of her knee. Mrs. Learse shrieked, and toppled over backwards, grabbing a letter opener from her desk. She lunged at him on her unbroken knee, but he moved out of the way, bringing his knee up into her fist, jamming the letter opener into her throat. Werdna Yollom stood up. "Wow, Bill. That was actually pretty cool." Bill grabbed the letter opener from Mrs. Learse's throat, and flung it at him. It lodged in Werdna's thigh, and he shrieked like a woman. "Shaddup," Bill muttered, and went into the hallway. Bill headed for the parking lot when Mr. Bigguy, the prinicpal, put his hand on Bill's chest. "Thinking of skipping out, are we?" he smirked. "Um. Get off me, or I'll rip out your liver and stick it in your ear." "Don't take that tone of voice with me, young --" Bill jabbed him in the belly, and threw him into a vat of Dunbar Funk. "Ow," Mr. Bigguy said/died. Bill laughed jovily, and continued towards the parking lot. Carla Barch waltzed by. "Hey," Bill said. "Cool waltz." "Thanks," Carla replied, and waltzed away. Bill smiled, changed directions, and headed towards the newly completed Ammo Annex section of Dunbar. "Boy, that Ammo Annex sure was a swell addition." Cheesy grin. Bill stopped, and pondered why he had taken this choice in life. Could it be because his parents divorced at the age of ten, after his dad discovered Bill's mother was actually a man? Could it have been that nasty Cheez-Whiz incident with the police? Could it have been... "Could it have been those burritos I had for lunch?" Bill wondered. Bill continued wondering and walking until Chris Lyman flew by on an acorn tree. "Squirrels," Chris said. "Booha," Bill replied. Chris nodded, and flew away. Bill waved goodbye, and noticed the floor had turned into Jello. "Darn," Bill darned. "Lemon. I *HATE* lemon Jello." Bill wobbled his way to the door of the new annex, when the door opened and Kathy Ireland answered. "Hi," Kathy purred. Bill laughed. "Say, weren't you in a dream I had a while ago?" "No, but I was," replied a second Kathy, emerging from the shadows. "Wow, Beavis. This is pretty cool," Bill said to no one in particular. "I wasn't either," chorused twenty more Kathys. "Uhhhh... wow. Neato. Spiffy. Et cetera," Bill sighed. A large red dog appeared next to Bill. "Like, bark. Bark, or something," Clifford barked. "Hey. I know you," Bill replied. "Not anymore..." Clifford said, halfway through the metamorphesis he was undergoing. In fifteen seconds, he was a squirrel. The squirrel nodded at the Kathys, and looked at Bill. "The time is short. We must save the world!!!" the squirrel chriped. "Too wierd," Bill gasped. Suddenely, and without warning, and redundantly, a huge alarm sounded. BUZZT! BUZZT! BUZZT! "Wow," Bill moaned, suddenly getting very sleepy (awake) BUZZT! Buzzt! Bzz zt! Bzzzt! Bill sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat pouring off him in pails. "Bill!" a voice yelled. "Come downstairs!" "That was some strange dream..." Bill said, starting downstairs. His step-mom was behind a newspaper when he sat down for breakfast. "Sherona," Bill began. "You won't believe the dream I had..." "Oh no?" the woman replied, and laid the paper down. "Kathy???" Bzzzt! Memory by Jennifer Hacker----------------------------------------- I see your face a thousand times before I enter the realm of sleep. I see the smile you gave only to me, the little sister who loved you. I reach out to take your hand, to tell you I love you. Then I remember you're gone, and the image shatters. I see myself, nine years old, not able to understand. I watch as you cry when you thought no one could see. I wanted to help you, and gave part of myself to save your life. But still I watched you weaken, still I watched you die. I see myself at the funeral, full of rage. I see myself curse the God that would take a 17 year old girl away. I see myself, now, the same age as you were. I see myself, I see you, and I see the connection. The Victory by John Geurkink------------------------------------------- Lord on the football field of life where I will suffer pain and strife Help me to achieve the goal which is salvation for my soul Keep me running straight and true ever closer Lord to you round the left or round the right running hard toward the light When sinful foes around me near help me pass into the clean but when I'm blitzed and taken down let my foes ne'r see me frown But help me stand and run again up the middles, or round the end To break through so all may see How great Thy faithfulness to me But if I boastful pride portray thinking that these yards I've made Stop me Lord and make me humble make me fall or make me stumble If in the huddle, you call the plays there'll be no fouls, no delays But when I plan my own attack without fail, Oh Lord, I'm sacked Now that the final goals in sight and my days give way to night I know the game has only been won by the blood of Gods dear Son When my flesh couldn't carry me through and my spirit was black and blue Jesus lifter me up and carried me over the line to victory. Simple by Cislyn Hunt--------------------------------------------- Sitting Indian style on a scratchy rug Scooping handfuls of cocoa puffs And flashing those dimples As you watch Scoooby Doo You make life seem so simple There are tire marks on your front lawn It's easy to see; the weeds are pressed down I ask you where they came from "Who knows? Who cares? Not me!" What a philosopher thou art I swear I heard a gunshot last night But you laugh and say that it was Only a bad muffler on one of the cars That incessantly turn left at the light You call me "obsessive" Mostly about the little things And tell me to relax and Live a little But I would rather live a lot Because I don't think life is complicated I know it is. Mind Wind by Chris Lyman--------------------------------------------- Thoughts converge and I emerge From the deep black tide Omnipotent in the power surge All I see is me Existing as all Imagining things that will always be Nothing is heard like a dirty word Silence is deafening Distinction is vague and blurred Gray son realizing I am one Destination fulfilled The battle is won Laying to rest the visions jest Seeking all but sleep The mind wind blows west All that I fear within a tear Burning into the sky Not far, not near Fall with haste to a breathing place Mount the omniscient steed And vanish into space Rebirth copyright 1994 by Aaron Ramey---------------------------------- He had been there all the while, And yet was invisible - alone marble inaseaofbrokenglass. Suffering a non- existent existence, Until now. Surfaces begin to take shape, A life emerges beyond tangible bleakness - the desert fern against immeasurable odds. He begins anew. a new path - A new opportunity not to be forsaken. Murky skies finally crack - allowing the mind To bathe the fruits of his intellectual labors in newfound promise. Never again would he allow his life to slip away from him. After all, it isn't every day that the lost are born again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Reaching the Authors ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Paul Kell can be reached at: 223 East Eagle Versailles, Ky 40383 Internet: wbsj47b@prodigy.com josh ruihley can be reached at: 418 wells lane versailles, ky 40383 internet: ebbheadky@aol.com Melissa Pike can be reached at: 755 Delaney's Ferry Versailles, Ky 40383 Andy Malloy can be reached at: 4161 Palmetto Drive Lexington, Ky 40513 Betsy Hughes can be reached at: Internet: blaine666@aol.com Jennifer Hacker can be reached at: 687 Finnel Rd Georgetown, Ky 40324 or Devil's Dominion BBS (lexington, ky) : 1.606.272.5696 Handle : Kiriseth Brad Wright can be reached at: 4300 Stoneyhurst Place Lexington, Ky 40514-1830 Cislyn Hunt can be reached at: Internet: pandora149@aol.com Aaron Ramey can be reached at: Internet: hydroguy@aol.com Chris Lyman can be reached at: The Zone BBS (lexington, ky) : 1.606.271.8352 Handle: Shadox ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ thank you for your time ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ if you would like to submit a poem, short story, brainstorm, or anything else that you think belongs in mindflow, please mail me at my home or email me through the internet or on the ripcurl bbs. this is the official home of mindflow. all versions of mindflow will be here and available to download for free. josh ruihley 418 wells lane versailles, ky 40383 internet : ebbheadky@aol.com all versions of mindflow can be downloaded for free from: rip curl bbs (versailles, ky) : 1.606.873.6637 .