Red Lightbulbs: 10th Edition (this is the end)
heat. Some of these stories are quite hot and bothered. That’s their fault.
Unfortunately there seems to be no way to fully cool down. Everyone here seems
to be okay with that. Some even welcome it.
Baumann talks of Tuesday people. Age-shifters know nothing about the Mondays.
Teachers are made to be forgotten. Teachers are sunk, low with coffee and high
with summer vacations. Kid softness is removed thanks to the power of war. Any
sort of softness is edited out due to the extreme aggression. Sadly it remains
a livelihood for millions of people who will continue to never see it.
Collier deals with a special someone. Using coffee cups as ashtrays they create
new ecosystems. She works hard. His heart works hard too. His actual hands work
on other thing, waffle type things. On a carriage they watch a horse defecate
itself because that’s what horses like to do. There is nothing more in life
Lannie makes appearances in other people’s dreams. What’s bothersome about it
is Emma can’t get a wink of sleep to nod off into dreamland. Everything is
bright in dreamland. Lacking a person to anchor her sleep she floats away under
the duress of insomnia.
Cooper mourns the loss of a person. Leaving is the worst thing to experience.
Seeing how someone can simply leave without saying a word hurts a lot.
Magicians can break people’s hearts. Disappearing acts are not magic but
cruelty. Lead singer says goodbye. Bands do this with their swan songs. Usually
the swan song is the best song.
Lovelace focuses on Velveeta. A delicious spread the whole family can enjoy.
Judy Garland appears to discuss either her success or failure. She can’t figure
it out yet. The walls shake. She’s glazed. She’s trying to do this thing,
trying to live. From here Sean goes into a deep philosophical discussion about
the joys of Velveeta because it is all yellow.
Mezynski tells a girl not to forget. Everything about the girl is small.
Butler waits for the days to end. Gray is grayer than before. Eyes need to
follow him. He needs a knife for the eggs he pops and chews in his mouth. The
pictures of loved ones are hard to remember. All laid out in front of him he
can’t recognize any of them. Beneath his stubble skin is a new skin cleaner
than the skin before.
Training for years she wants to make sure that she wins. The spectators should
be horrified. She’d prefer it that way. Losing is not an option. She sent out
invitations. She hopes the special someone gets them and arrives promptly. Late
is okay. Typically early is a bigger problem.
how to stay. Keeping them ignorant is important. Geography broadens horizons.
That’s a bad idea. By staying in one place they know what to do. Initially the
children can’t even walk; they are babies trying to determine what needs to be
done. Eventually he turns the idea on its head, forcing them to stay away from
the ground, breaking fingers and having fun.
situation. Here there are people perhaps from far up north simply being filmed.
The town is bored. The town wants to have fun. Already their children bore
them. New people would be nice. A hint of jealous rises up out of them. All
they want are new friends, new faces, maybe even a gazebo.
God works in mysterious ways though. At this point God’s been around for a
while. Doing something cliché would really be poor form for God. He needs to do
better for himself and for his flock. Taking the first train to Coldsville
grinds the train’s gears. Matt hates it too. Taking that train to a miserable
sauce-less place, it is harrowing as fuck.
moon’s hangout pad. At a squat the moon chills everyone out. The attic is the
best place for the moon. Nobody knows how the moon got there. Rather the moon
simply says nothing. People stare at it. Long neglected the moon feels okay
living in a creepy little corner of the house.
Treiber. Whatever goes on around Treiber fails to do anything to him. He walks
around in a dream-like state unaware of things go on. Rather his mind is full
of really strange thoughts. Among those thoughts are three-pieces, colleges,
towels, and dead nerve endings.
of a posterior. On the pages of books, there is blood. The book made many
suffer. Yet it is the gun that gets thrown away.
of instructions. A lot of questions are thrown at the reader. By hurtling these
at the reader he breaks down their defenses, doesn’t he? Does Leif Haven even
know what he would do if he could be granted access to a major online database,
like Wikipedia? What if the various ‘Wikipedia officials’ said he could make
changes to various articles without consequences or any fear of deletion? How
could Leif Haven deal with such a scenario? Could he handle it?
relationship. Every relationship has these little quirks. Artsy people suffer
even more from these sorts of things. Hard to describe emotions are harder for
articulate people. Instead they are happy to simply let the silence speak for
itself. People on the TV speak. People who are dead speak. Winters can be way
ends the ‘fiction’ section of Red Lightbulbs but there remains just ‘one more
time’ in the words of wise sages, the daftest of the punks.