Moleskine

Moleskine
Originally uploaded by Allyenna.

I bring the notebook closer to my face, breathing deeply. My breath condensenes on the black surface of the moleskine, leaving a foggy patch. The notebook smells of newness...I slide my finger gently beneath the elastic strap, pull upwards, and then let it fall to the side of the notebook. The notebook opens, and tan pages are revealed. My face gets closer and my cheek brushes against the paper. My stubble is stimulated by this action. I take another deep breath, taking in her oder. My hand runs up the spine, taking in each delicate bump, It then crosses the ebony threshold and moves down the softer interior, enjoying the silky feel of moleskine's interior.

Filing Cabinets

file cabinets
Originally uploaded by Vince Thigpen.

First contact occurs when the palm of my left hand meets her surface. The feeling is smooth, cool and well maintained. My right hand raises up, and gently positions itself between handle and body. I pause. My index finger runs along the handle's interior, savoring the metallic feel. It rises a few inches to the plate, where I let my eyes take in what I hope to be her contents. All fingers together, my hand runs down her front, and grabs her handle. My thumb is outstretched. My thumb pulls the small knob to the right, and I pull backwards, allowing her contents to be visible. My fingers shuffle through her innards, until I find what I need. I push the door closed.

She and Her

City Bird Crew Samsonite Suitcase - 1
Originally uploaded by Sabenien.

Its been awhile since she pacekd up the suitcase and left. The weekend is strangely free without her around. It was inevitable. Once she found out about her she was angry. The slamming of the door as she left was deafening. The deafening sound brought silence. Now the weekend is quiet. I sit, coffee in hand looking forward to monday morning. Its a holiday tomorrow, but I still have to work. She doesn't get in the way of her coming over either. I can see her on the weekends, which brings relief.
I have been waiting for the mailman to bring the final divorce papers. I know that is what she had in mind the day she departed. So far, he hasn't come with them. These things apperently take time. I wonder what she will try and take from me. As long as I have her though, I think I can make everything work out.

Lights

Basement
Originally uploaded by withayou.

I think the florescent lights are driving me blind. Or mad. They flicker all day in a deep, rhythmic patter. They are all we have to see by in the mail room. How long have you spent reading by florescent light? A few hours? I spend my lifetime illuminated by the long rod hanging over my head. The pale glow that turns everything and everyone into a ghostly greenish-white and whose flicker you can only begin to detect after hours of reading and looking. These winter months are the time when natural light is fleeting. I arrive at the office in the early morning, before the sun has risen and leave in the evening, after it has set. I see the sun only if I go out for lunch, which is rare. At lunch time, I turn off the florescent lights, and switch on an old incandescent bulb, a desktop bankers light. I sit with her and we talk to one another, exchanging our thoughts and gobbling our food. She smiles, and I am glad the florescent light is off, if only for a moment.

A Trip To The DMV

The DMV Licks Ass
Originally uploaded by Betty Nicole.

It was that time of year again. Well, it normally happens every three years, but I try and go at least every year. I make an excuse that I lost my liscence, or something of that sort. But I am getting ahead of myself. I am talking about a visit to the DMV. I have to admit, there is nothing like standing in that long line, the twists and turns outside of a door and down the stairs a bit. I wait, and in the waiting, that slow excitment begins to grow in my belly. Finally they hand me the form and I begin to fill in all the sections, first name, last name, ever convicted of a crime (no), sex, age, height, weight and all the details of my life for the Department of Motor Vehicles. Form in hand, I am handed a number and that sensous waiting begins again. I sit down on a bench. I cross my legs and make a small vibrating motion with my left foot because I am anxious. The right foot taps nervously on the ground. My palms begin to sweat and I slide them up and down the arms of a chair with the caress of a lover. I glance back down at the number, C252. Its going to be awhile. the C's are on 238, the A's are on 196 and the B's are on 145, I can only guess what the numbers mean. A woman sits down next to me, she is holding her baby. I nod my head to her and stop shaking my feet with my nerves. I move my hand to the pen in my breast pocket as a gentlman in suit and tie sits to my right. I begin to twirl the pen between my fingers. Three cirlces counter clockwise, then a click, three circles counter clockwise, another click. It goes on like the waiting. C 143. I am still waiting. A fat man sits between me and the woman with the baby. He smells bad, and is holding a liscence plate in a bag. I think the smell is too much wine. He looks angry, and his eyes are ruddy. I nod hello to him and arch my back. My back cracks and I twirl the pen three more times. The man doesn't respond, just lets in great breaths between his massive lips and exhales that sickly smell of soured grapes.

Opening

when office supplies attack
Originally uploaded by solecism.

They spread open, but I feel threatened by them. I am used to seeing the inside of both of the legs, the grooved thighs that can open and close as if with a twisted spring. The sides are smooth normally. Today though, those legs are threatening me. They open up like a great pair of jaws, and I am afraid the teeth are goign to devour me. The cool glint of the grey morning light and the surface beneath the thighs tell me I shouldn't be here. I reach out my hand and gently stroke the top of the surface. It is warm to the touch, and smooth like the legs. I rub it gently and the thighs begin to close upon themselves. The legs become less threatening and I kiss the top. The warmth of it makes my lips tremble and my fingers begin to run up and down the edge of the surface, still grey, they stop near the top where there is a smaill ball joint, and the tip of my finger savors its roundness. I breath and watch my ephemeral breath become physical on the shiny surface. I see my breath intermingled with the mark made by my lips.

Cool Stuff For Your Desk

Binder Clip Creature
Originally uploaded by dancingfox.

While browsing Flickr today, I came upon this awesome Office Supply Creation. The Binder Clip Creature by Dancing Fox is a great testament to what is possible with a bit of free time, a box of binder clips and a lot of creativity. I would personally love to have such a creature as a pet.