Thursday, March 29, 2007

"Tapping the root"

They came in the cover of the night. turning the dark blue
sky to green. They called their city a "multiverse folding
structure". Their hexagonal city hovers over the Crais sea
where it can be seen on the shores of capsin beach. These
androgenous elves are a civilization that travels from one
universe to another in pursuit of sharing knowledge with
other civilizations.

The androgynous elves aboard that city called themselves
Eroe. They contacted the primary civilization of the planet,
The Nasai. The Nasai who resembles humanoid forest animals
gladly welcome the Eroe and proceeded to trade goods for the
advance technologies.

Among the goods traded was the taproot of the Balit tree. The
taproot is used by the Nasai as a way to dilute their senses
around the planet. They are able to feel the clouds, the
frills of the cropa fish, and they can smell the flower
garden a continent away.

The next week another Eroe traders came into Nasai territory.
They traded for polished stones for more of the taproot. the
next week more traders came in and they traded more
technology for more taproots.

This pattern went on until the Nasai had almost run out of
taproots for their ceremonial practices. They decline the
Eroe from trading with them until they are able to plant more
Balit trees.

During the past 3 months the sexless elves had began to
change due to ingesting the taproot. It had caused them to
grow pleasure organs, which gave them tremendous pleasure
when rubbed against each other. But the organs only work with
the constant ingestion of the taproot.

The Eroe began to attack the Nasai with waves of their ships,
trying to harvest and plant the Balit tree in their
hexagonal city. They realized that the tree could not grow
unless it was planted on the surface of the planet. The Eroe
became insane from being unable to achieve ecstasy. They
leveled the civilization of the Nasai and also enslaved the
remaining Nasai to care for the Balit tree.

A century has passed and the Ecstatic elves of the Eroe still
writhed their pleasure organs aboard their hexagonal
(C) Jess Calcaben 3/29/2007

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Hex

Created by a multiverse faring civilization, the "hex" has been placed in many gas giants. The hex harvests energy created in the turbulent environment. Every 28.5 years they harvest the energy using a wormhole that opens in the apature of the hexagon structure. This can be observed by a periodic storm called "the great white spot".
(C) Jess Calcaben 3/28/2007

Friday, March 16, 2007

The day I loved her

The curtain split as the wind swept through the bedroom.
The breeze advertises the cool Sunday morning
and offers the scent of the leaves and flowers.

Sampling the air I awoke with my arms around her back.
Her long blond hair webbed across the pillow.

I intertwined my fingers into her palm and wonder how long
until she wakes up. I'm in no hurry, after all, the day is just

She moans herself to reality.
A warm breath escaping between her lips.
I drown myself in her deep blue eyes
Today is the day, that I realized I am in love with her.
(C) Jess Calcaben 3/16/2007

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Clockwork Miller

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Miller, that's what his father had named him.
It was better than being named Heineken.
Getting your ass handed and your name
starts with "heine" is just ironic.

It's safe to say that he wasn't name after
Henry Miller, a famous American writer and painter,
rather the type of beer his parents enjoyed the company of.

His mother was so enamoured with her bubbly friend that
she refused to stop drinking when Miller was stretching out
her stomach.

Pickled with beer juices, he grew to be a man of rather
below intelligence, but above average strength.

It didn't affect his mood any because he always found
simple uninteresting everyday objects amazing.

It must have been like Einstein trying to read
the mind of God with an equation, albeit more simple.
Recently he took the hobby of taking apart
clocks to see how they work.

He liked seeing the gears interlock and work together.
If a clock is broken, he takes it apart and tries to fix it.

Miller lived with his mother and she was always mad at him for
reasons he was unable to understand.

One day the man realized that if he can take apart his mother,
he can fix her. With several utensils laying around the house
he began to partake in a painstaking effort of fixing his mother.

He used the dull kitchen knife to open up her casing. His mother
protested, but he knew he would be able to put her back together
better than ever.

After 5 hours he found the problem. Her heart was no longer beating.
(C) Jess Calcaben 3/15/2007

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