Screaming White Noise

By Karl Giese

Broken into 4 sections (Me, You, Us, Forever), "Screaming White Noise" starts with writer's experiences (Me) then moves to his demented vision of love (You). It concludes with a bleak outlook of the present state of the world (Us) and how he hopes to leave it (Forever).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karl Giese
• Release date: Aug 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476104102

Karl Giese

Well, you know my name. Thankfully I don't have an identity worth stealing. This book has been 10ish years in the making (yes, I realize it's only 9000 words). Most of it was written while attending the University of Nevada, Reno. As I say in the book, it reveals more about me than any bio ever could.

Book preview

An Introduction (not for the faint of heart)

I've become peripheral. I am Rosencrantz to the world's Hamlet. My face is no longer recognizable while my words are something to enjoy over the awaiting of a dessert. I've become everything I've wanted: nothing at all.

Oh how deep of you, they will say to a face they are not sure is mine.

Oh he really needs to talk to someone, they will suggest to one another after the cordial encounter before finding the right bottle of prescribed medication to combat whatever currently trending mental disorder they are struggling to control.

Wasted potential, they will sum up after dividing my estate.

This is the beginning of my catharsis.

I can't speak face to face because I don't believe my words. I can't paint a picture of my emotions because I think a blank canvas can only be better if covered in black. I can only write how I, somehow, am the only sane one anymore.

You understand, don't you?

You do know me, right?

The Moth

I watched a moth try to escape.

The lights are too bright for me to fight. Can you do me a favor on this night? Open the door and allow me to soar.

No, I replied.

The moth circled the window which led outside while I boasted my pride.

Friend I require, do not add me to your pyre. Show me the fresh air, for my wings are beginning to wear.

The moth fell to the ground and tried to crawl under the crack causing his wings to tear back.

My wings are torn, the moth said with scorn. For this you shall curse the day you were born.

My mother does. Now I’m your judge.

And of my jury and execution, is that your solution?

An answer without a problem?

The moth began to hum.

My right eye turned to glass and shattered after the vibrations passed.

For this you shall see the unmasked face of insanity.

Moth eggs filled my eye and now roll down my face each time I cry.

Lullaby

I’ve never been very good at this because I was never quite sure of what to say. I wish I had the ability to wash it all away.

The dream remained serene throughout every scene while I swallowed chlorine.

I dreamt that I drowned. When I was found, there was no frown or sound. I was simply laid down. The dream remained serene throughout every scene. I wanted them to cheer but as they got near the fear was their cheer and I was the only one to shed a tear. The dream remained serene throughout every scene.

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