How did you create your username for VOX? What influenced your decision?
Submitted by Strive2Be.
I had been using a computer for well over a decade before I finally went online. The main reason it took so long was that internet simply was not available for a very long time in my area. Well, not exactly. You needed to be able to afford long distance calling, which I could not.
So, when, in the 90's, a small computer store opened up and started internet service, I was one of the first to get online. It took a bit of time of exploring and browsing before I started to sign up for things. The first was a yahoo account. I tried to use my real name but the darned thing would not let me. Back then, I didn't know spaces were not acceptable. So, I thought of using one of my nicknames but of course, many people have the same nicknames. I didn't want a bunch of numbers attached to my name. I knew I would be stuck with this name for a very long time and numbering smacked to me, of impersonalization.
I considered my options and started playing with different ideas. I love to brainstorm. It took awhile before I hit upon the idea of combining a nickname with something I loved to do. Once the thought occurred the image of a conch shell filled with ink, filled my thoughts. After a few minutes of playing with word combinations I hit upon the idea and Inkshell came into being. I had no idea, until later that the name could be read another way... ink's hell.
;)
Now I tend to use the name for websites and blogs, like vox. People who know me, recognize it quickly. It also makes it easier for people, when they are using search engines, to find me. Granted, I prefer my real name and use it whenever possible but I keep inkshell around as it is also part of my online world.
My name is Buster, my name is Buster. Buster is a great name, don't you like it? Do you like me? I know you like me, I like being liked and I like my owner. She calls me Buster. I like my name, I do. You can call me Buster, cause that is my name. Can I smell your butt?
I have a tail! See? Look, it's right over here. No, it's over here. Hold on, let me see if I can find it, I know it's around here somewhere. I have a tail, I have a tail, oh my... I am getting so dizzy. Need to sit a minute.
Ah, there is my tail! I knew it was here somewhere. You know, I like to go for walks. Walking is fun, especially at the park because I know one of these days, my owner will let me run without a leash and I will fly through the grass and dig out the sand lot.
I'm thirsty, be right back. Don't go anywhere, I want to know more about you. I like you, you are very nice. Let me get you some water...
Oh, you didn't want me to lick your face so you could taste the water? Well, my owner lets me lick her face so she can taste the water. It's pretty good water! Sure you don't want to taste it? I can bring you my bowl if you like... no?
oh, uhm... ok
Oh! OH!, the doorbell is ringing! The Doorbell is ringing! I can't reach the door! Let me look out the window, I want to open the door! Just open the door already! Open the door! Yes! Yes!
My name is Buster, my name is Buster. Buster is a great name, don't you like it? Do you like me? I know you like me, I like being liked and I like my owner. She calls me Buster. I like my name, I do. You can call me Buster, cause that is my name. Can I smell your butt?
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reptilian bird
of world myth legend
constant memories engulfing
the elephant fire or ice
purging old and new
leaving seeds charcoaled dust
to grow beyond eons sleep
awaking hungry thoughts
within the constancy of self
menstruating cycles
sticky lava blood
hot currents pulsing desire
clouds swabbing compresses
about peaks and valleys
flooding plains and rivers
cooling the fever heat
forget sunsets
indian summers
lush growth
don't blame the little boy
for perpetuating weather
just give the world some ibuprofen
and wait for the pms to end
Blending into the shadows, I prowl the night. Like the stars in the sky, I look down upon the world from above.
When I am outside, the stars guide me to places where the moon can not be seen. There, I wait patiently for my prey.
Leaping from a balcony, my quarry is unprepared but I like to play with my food first, so I let it go. If it gain my respect, I will let it go but sooner or later, I will come back and try again. My prey can be small and fleet of foot or or wing, I look for the challenge.
I am the Queen of my domain, even those who live in houses know this. They have built special places for my comfort and ease. They please me, so I stay with them. One of those special places they built for me is on the window overlooking the street. The sill is deep and on one side, they placed a pillow so I can recline in comfort. It is the perfect place to survey my world and make sure I know where my subjects are.
I have heard them from time to time, as they speak with others, that they love to see me watching them. They say my sapphire eyes peep out of the darkness and look like stars. This satisfies me.
To show my appreciation I will allow them to pet me. Occasionally I will visit sleep in their beds with them, so that when they wake, they know I am well pleased. This seems to make them happy, so they offer me precious morsels of catnip and a toy or two.
Ah, I see one is returning home as we speak. I shall go to her and walk between her legs, so she knows I am aware of her return.
I am the Midnight Sapphire.
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Yeh, I know he isn't all that big but he sure can do amazing things. He reminds me of the squirrel in the movie "Ice Age". You know the one, he manages to get into some mighty fine messes yet at the end of the day, he is the hero who still doesn't get the nut.
Course, rodents have evolved since then. This chipmunk usually gets what he is after but the rest of it? At least one time, he saved a life. Honest, he did it without guile and without any regard for his own safety.
Then again, I have noticed that chipmunks often forget certain things are dangerous to be near. For that matter, I noticed that turkeys also tend to forget that as well. More about turkeys later, for now, let's get back to the chipmunk.
Every year, he scurries about and looks for goodies to add to his hoard. At least I think it is a he, though it could just as easily be a she... For the sake of keeping myself from confusion, he shall remain a he.
Always in a rush, except for when the rascal is watching a bird in the air or another chipmunk, this little one moves deftly through the yard. Making scratching and scritching noises with his claws and weird sucking, sniffing noises as he tests nuts and other finds.
One day while he was moving about, doing his usual thing, a neighbor was getting into her car. She was getting ready for a very busy day, the type you like to avoid as you are doing things you can't stand doing. She had that harried look people often have as she looked about her car and rifled through her purse. No doubt, she was making sure
she had everything she needed for the day.
Meanwhile, our heroic chipmunk had his eye out for a hawk he had spied in the air. The hawk had been gliding about for a good ten minutes or so and poor chipmunk was antsy. Can't say I blamed him, hawks find chipmunks rather tasty, when they catch the little rodents.
Neighbor number two was working on her garden and was mumbling as she tried to refill her bird feeder but all she was doing was spreading seed all over the lawn. Now, you know chipmunks, this little tyke was really torn. On one hand he had a circling hawk to watch as it watched him and on the other, he was salvitating over the banquet spread out
just two driveways away.
Now, while all this was going on, a boy had just woke up and realized he was late for school, so he grabbed his gear and jumped onto his bike, pedaling as fast as his feet could pump.
Neighbor number two, gave up in disgust, left the bird seeder and walked into her house. Neighbor number one, revved up her car and moved the stick to drive. The boy came tearing through driveway two and the chipmunk decided to go for the seeds, just as the hawk dived.
Chipmunk ran up the fence and jumped, landing on the hood of the car startling the driver. She hit her breaks, just as the Hawk came tearing through the space where the chipmunk had been. The boy raced by the driveway, just as the woman hit her brakes and stopped, mere inches from the boy. The chipmunk, unaware of the havoc, dived into
neighbor twos garden and hid under a bench as he greedily grabbed the seeds.
Hawk, unable to catch his prey, glided to an oak and looked about for fresh meat. The boy, continued on his way to school as the neighbor in the car, took huge gulps of air and tried to calm down as she realized she almost hit a child. Neighbor number two, hearing the noise, rushed out of her house and looked about. Seeing nothing wrong, she noticed a hawk in the nearby oak tree and with her broom, shooed it away from her garden.
Only the boy and chipmunk were unaware of the havoc and near misses.
]]>silver foiled bottoms
moon the darkening sky
mocking clouds to angry tears
laughing for the rain
morning glory stretch
tendrils lift rise
twining seasons bloom
Green miner
pick-roots creep
gardens of grass
heavy headed peonies
petal-heavy bend
defy gravity
verbena myrtle
summer runners race
trailing flowers in their wake
There are parasites living in eyelashes
Eating wayward flakes before my eyes,
They live in intestines and other parts
Of the body, keeping me clean and healthy.
You are born with some, a life time guarantee
And some come of their own accord,
Setting up house keeping.
It's a tidy arrangement.
Tried to grow my own little parasites,
They survived two to four months
Before dying. After years,
Success finally was achieved.
The parasite grew within its protective
Environment, distending bladder and spleen,
Rearranging intestines, reconfiguring spine.
It drained my teeth of enamel, bones of calcium,
Robbed eyesight and equilibrium. It grew
So massive, my stomach bulged beyond breasts.
Legs, arms and other parts were bloated
As blood circulation slowed to feed it.
Doctors had to cut it out of me and still it lived,
Which was the whole point of the experiment.
It sucked my breasts dry and demanded my attention.
Bribed me with kisses, smiles and hugs.
Just to hear its laughter, I fed it, cleaned it,
Put it to sleep.
Then I did it again.
My two little parasites hold me tightly,
I doubt they'll ever let me go.