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the human soul

By Max • May 10th, 2007 • Category: Writings

They have called us the insatiable human soul?
That from birth to death we seek to understand, to reveal the underneaths, to look for the secrets beholden beyond the puppets of origin. This is the worst sort of lie, the miserable, false manifestation of trickery and illusion. We are not victims of this Real, hidden from [...]



hallow

By Max • Nov 10th, 2006 • Category: Writings

Is it commonplace to be an alien of your age?
Or maybe that’s just the angst of youth becoming the resolve of adulthood…souring up like bad milk. Like most of em, I’m not really sure, and equally, I wish I were.
It’s Saturday, sometime in the early hours…I guess it’s actually Sunday, the day isn’t important. The [...]



My dearest Mr. Rumsfeld…

By Max • Nov 8th, 2006 • Category: Writings

Dear Donald,
Nothing can really capture my sadness at this moment. To hear of your resignation on such a dark day like today is the sour icing on the rotten democratic cake.
Who will death monger with such joy?
Who will solve complex arguments about conflicting values with phrases like “Nuke ‘em” and “Fuck ‘em” and “Shut up” [...]



Novel Chapter Two

By Max • Jan 10th, 2006 • Category: Writings

Okay, so here is chapter two from the thing I’m working on. It’s significantly shorter, and I’m not sure if I want to add to it or not. But here is what I have so far.
CHAPTER TWO

I’ll be the weeping willow drowning in my tears
You can go swimming when you’re here
I’ll be the rainbow when [...]



Novel Time

By Max • Nov 5th, 2005 • Category: Writings

I’ve started a novel.
Please excuse the formatting, I’m terrible at that.
Comments and critiques welcome.
Also, check out http://www.nanowrimo.org
And http://www.nanowrimo.org/userbook.php?uid=112680
“Sex Machine”
by Max Kirchoff
Chapter One
Heartbreak is about what we didn’t say.
I’ve never actually been in love. At least, I don’t think I have. I guess that’s the problem with love, it’s a concept that must first be understood [...]



falling water / rising self

By Max • Sep 20th, 2005 • Category: Writings

That cutting sound, the absolute crackle of water striking water is so dis qualified.
//
There is a small child peeking into the water now. She has climbed the cement barrier of that small public fountain. Such wonder as she peers through the mess of rippling surface and partially reflected sunlight. It’s like a shattered mirror floating [...]



bumbump

By Max • Jun 19th, 2005 • Category: Writings

INEZ: To forget about the others? How utterly absurd! I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out-but you can’t prevent being there.
No Exit
It is hurtful when we press too tough against the blades of reality. That is what there [...]



syn

By Max • May 25th, 2005 • Category: Philosophy, Writings

And this is the instance where youth is transformed into hopeful maturity.
I think I owe it to myself and any transient readers to explain something.
And I’m going to try and explain this without getting all metablog or metamax on myself.
The Synthetical Self
More than one person has commented on the extremes at which my writing operates [...]



fatalist

By Max • May 21st, 2005 • Category: Writings

i am the fatalist, i am the time bomb winding in reverse \ tock tick tock tick \
the father, the fornicator, the fortunate
//break// i am not your salvation //break// you are not my puncture //end//
another room filled with smoke and musk. one more day’s night and one more time to find truth. nothing. nothing. nothing. [...]



realize

By Max • May 17th, 2005 • Category: Writings

And then you realize you are the square peg you were always meant to be.
My nephews used to play with this box toy when they were very young, maybe six months old. It was a hollow box that had various geometric holes in it and came with a number of shapes, like a cylinder, a [...]