C.R. (Christopher) Brown

Designing Today For A Better Tomorrow

A graphic designer based in Atlanta, Georgia, specializing in web design, user experience, front end code and interactive integration,identity design and branding.

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“we are in the aftermath of the age of faith”
– Deepak Chopra in the ‘SF Chronicle’

Girding ourselves for battle.

Posted: March 8th, 2009 | Author: G. | Filed under: humanity | Tags: , , , | No Comments »

Ok. We’re going outside. outside outside. The big O. That means we shower! OK! Into the shower first take a wee bathroom break. Yes sir. Takin’ a dump. Feel lighter now, whoot.

Correct tempachura? okey doke.

outside. outside. undies on. nice and strict. clean white tea. it screams clean! outside that means we’re gonna need socks. sockseys 1 and 2.

Put on our socks. Ah, jeans soft and warm nothing better except warm kittens.

That lovely pale blue that screams comfort.

Running shoes of course, you’ll never actually see me run. but it plays to the pretension that I’m athletic. yeah me. heh, Anyway they’re comfortable.

going outside. stand up, fitment check, strap ourselves into the pants.

my robot exoskeleton of cotton. ca chinkshhhh. seals tightening. holding fast.

mirror check, only look at the face pretend everything else is in soft focus.

oh shit gotta feed the cats, common’ you rascals, little kittums runs ahead and jumps on to the clothes machines, fucking fatty black one over here strolling ahead.

still cant stand him from when I had my dog. kept swattin’ that fat paw and his head. broke the blood vessels in his ears twice had them filled with blood. fuck you fatty.

now I gotta pick his fat ass up on to the top of the machines so he can eat.

getting older, this one.

fuck you there’s your food.

ok, what was I doing. going outside yeah. something.

ok need a top. this is dangerous territory now. my thoughts on the top will send my mood north or south now. this says to the world how am I feeling right now. confident, layed back, cool, smooth, at ease. or fat.

we’re not gonna think that.

soft focus.

we feel good.

shoulders up. our raiment will keep us safe. we own our mood.

need our things, our essentials. keys first. both sets car and home.

left pocket.

wallet. our mini safe. there you are.

right pocket has been installed.

my computer. cell phone. data device. portable music storage device. this is the order i’ve begun to think of my mobile phone in.

slide it into the special smaller pocket on the right. almost exactly like an invisible utility belt, it ride my leg.

my offensive spells and potions on the right. knowledge and what meager money I have.

safety and defense on the left.

brace ourselves at the door for ejection.

coldly electric feel of the knob. twitch to the right, pull. flip it to the left hand and –

out.