Kristophoria

"The Cold Stare That Spoke" Excerpt from the personal logs of Alexander Duilly Dated Janruary 10th, 2003 His yellow teeth glowed obnoxiously, as if an intentional over-achievement, to make up for the lack-there-of in his pale, crab stalk eyes that had clearly lost any interest in sparkling, even if just for the courtesy of supplying some comfort to the others around him. Though what he was saying should have been my focus, I couldn't help myself from being lured into granting all attention to those inexplicable teeth. I would occasionally tune back into the audio of the encounter, but before long I would just fade into a well lubricated

I remember when I used to watch him like some poorly acted sitcom that still succeeds by being unintentionally humorous starring that raggedy little kid who talked funny and dressed like a five year old and played parts without reading scripts making up lines and writing them in later he was my favorite spectator's past time and although I watched every episode at it's scheduled air date you could say I was a some what reluctant fan his day to day rolled out like frayed yarn or old printer paper that he would use to make odd little shelf decorations and nic nacs in his spare time that he treasured the way the rest of us treasure good

The roof caved in a couple years ago, and I never got around to fixing it. Sure, it's a bit drafty and sure, the when it rains, it provides little escape from the unevaded soak but when the weather is clear, the epherial light show of the twisting endless space above puts my mind at ease the way that that shingle scaled wood and dry wall never used to It's not that appealing to the eyes I occasionally get looks from people who pass by walking their dogs and the neighbors stopped inviting me to their little meetings, which I have heard rumors that my humble abode has become quite a frequent subject of But they havent asked me about it y