Scattered Resistance v7: Revision Nation

By Wetdryvac

Scattered Resistance v7 - Revision Nation is the closure piece to the vac's early work, and layers comfort and discomfort as the same entity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wetdryvac
• Release date: Dec 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310257865

Wetdryvac

Wetdryvac: A non-gendered mechanical contrivance designed specifically for interactions with humans driven by preconception, with the thus-far successful goal of rendering such preconceptions wompsie-sideways. Currently operating out of New England, wetdryvac.net, and similarly friendly locales.

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This is a work of fiction. All events and characters portrayed in this book are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Scattered Resistance v7 – Revision Nation

Copyright © 2013 by Wetdryvac

Originally published in 2000 by Bladerate Productions

For this Smashwords edition, all rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

A VacHaus Press Book

Published by VacHaus Press through Smashwords

ISBN: 9781310257865

Published in the United States of America

VacHaus Press books by Wetdryvac

Scattered Resistance (v1-v7 collected)

Scattered Resistance v1 – Childhood Waning

Scattered Resistance v2 – Inversion Promised

Scattered Resistance v3 – Setting In

Scattered Resistance v4 – Settling In

Scattered Resistance v5 – Inluminal

Scattered Resistance v6 – Below the Thermocline

Scattered Resistance v7 – Revision Nation

Sequence for Drowning

Fallen Dogs

Thrall Kind

The Lists

Easthick

Weather Spirits

Hate

April 7, 1992

it builds from nothing

something really

I see it raise its head

the word is out, the smoke of the explosion

and it comes

dragging fire in the wake of its fires

seething and heating and biting to burn

so we burn

only after the fact

when vision clears

we look down upon the hate we breathe

and though the words ever flow on in the past tense

it still builds

smoldering black our hearts

ours –

only to rear its head again

drag us down to fight in its games

Gone

April 7, 1992

I am the black of night

of hearts, of soul, of mind

I seek

out into my painted world

trying to find light

I am darkness

each light I touch fades

mist into the depths of dim I make

recedes from me, oil from ice

not my wish

I seek not to darken that which is light

but to light my darkness

can darkness be lifted from my soul

Off –

April 7, 1992

good-bye

not good, you see, good-bye

terrible

a shaft of ice in the heart

a trail of empty wishes

that once achieved together, in possible dance

impossible alone

who needs good-bye

an evil world, an evil thing

splits lives, splits me, you

shattered

and we go

good-bye

it is over

can never it begin

Always The Same

April 7, 1992

I am me

and in the end that matters

like you I must make and be changed by my choices

we are one

by chance or common happenstance

alone, cast to misery

together, left with one chance

live in peace or self destruct

and people greater than we fail

day to day

they call it breakdown in diplomacy

then they call it war

our parents call it divorce

and if I am you as one we are –

the first blow is the one that flails self

to kill the other’s suicide

for, less one, for naught

Is It Real

April 7, 1992

I grow tired, eyes itching

looking at a paper that does not respond

look, I ask the paper

I need you to say something

anything –

but it just sits there, covered in words

I give the paper to others

look, this is me, and I never say

that people as well just read and think

never respond –

and I write on people as well

words on paper

no response

I ask –

do you wish I’d change my words

would you like to touch my reason

are you really there?

do I simply write on paper

as I might speak to people

never listening

or is there fallacy in no response

hello –

is there anyone without?

and the doors slide closed

the eyes hinge down

faces lean away

First Floor

April 10, 1992

sadness is the ground state

that to which we must return

each emotion an energy level

sadness the easiest to maintain

we can’t fight

circumstances and plots in life prevent

what is – is

uncontrollable

yet we must fight on anyway

no difference in impossible

a loosing battle if any are to be had

yet unfought