Writing

Necronomiconditioner

Fallon Ray

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Scene Detail

Fallon Ray

In the moment the thing so adeptly moved to intercept and, as closely as I know how to describe, “grab” me, time slowed to a near halt; like the moment your car’s wheels gently lift into the air as it starts to roll, side over side, into some final resting position that hopefully will either leave you instantly unalive, or with only a few scratches and bruises, barely hurt at all – but with any luck, nowhere in between. And in this ten-thousand-frames-per-second vantage, I was able to see in great detail, surprisingly enough with simultaneous shock and calmness, the image of such a small slice of the man? beast? something else? in such minutiae as to be as much intrigued and awe-inspired as I was horrified.

Issuing in a row along the entire length of the underside of its arm were dozens, perhaps hundreds of dark, thin but engorged fronds like the fringe on a stereotypical American Native’s hide jacket. But they were each more akin to wanton tendrils, ranging in length from two or three to perhaps five inches. And all of them curled and spiraled and licked and quavered like slowly writhing tendrils, every one seemingly with a will and hunger of its own.

Hold On

Fallon Ray

Hold on, hold on
Bigfoot got a hold on me

He’s so fuzzy
Our wedding photos aren’t clear
He’s so nuzzly
When he’s near i have no fear

I’ve got a hold on his furry heart
And he’s got a hold on mine

Hold on, hold on
Bigfoot got a hold on me

He’s so handsome
So debonair
Fills me with joy
I have no cares

He’s so calm
Moves with such flair
I’m a total mess
But walking on air

Hold on, hold on
Bigfoot got a hold on me

Since I’ve Seen You

Fallon Ray

Here’s just a super rough brain dump of a song idea that hit me while I was listening to music and cleaning the house on a beautiful October Sunday later afternoon.

I saw you sitting in an outdoor cafe
Just reading a paper
and sipping a latte

I couldn’t look away
I had no idea I was staring
I must have looked such a fool
And you were so in your own world, too
Just being you and so so cool

If anyone saw me seeing you
They couldn’t help but know
They surely saw the drool
Down the side of my chin
like a steady river’s flow

Instant love, that’s what I had
I got it in a flash
And boy I got it bad

I reckon being so alone
I ought to be sad
But just you in my mind’s eye
Takes away all the bad

I’m now always in my own world now
Thinkin bout you day and night
I don’t eat, not sure I remember how.
Guess it’s been two days since I had one bite.

Ever since I saw you my heart’s been on fire
I don’t even know who you are
And you make my soul shine brighter
I’ll forever love you from afar

You’re my sole desire
And I’ve never been much of a cryer
But you make my voice cry out
You make my spirit scream and shout

I want you like I’ve never wanted
Anything or anyone before

I can’t imagine anyone else
Could ever compare
Just you in my mind
Has my feet walking on air

If I ever see you again
I’ll have the courage to speak
Chips fall where they will
Even with knees knocking and weak

And even though with words
I don’t have much of a way
I’ll be sure to tell you
Exactly how I’ve been feeling

My eyes are filled
With tears of joy
Just knowing you’re out there

How We First Met

Fallon Ray

It was a cooler-than-usual early June. The honeysuckle was in full swing and I was absolutely head over heels for its permeating sweetness lilting on every breeze. You had just started your NASA summer internship the day before, and I was a veteran, having been there two weeks already. We were lucky enough to both get on Doc Belver’s fuel containment experimental design team. First judging by his slight stature and typically unassuming comportment, I can’t believe what a prankster he turned out to be! Ahh, if only life could always be early days in a space exploration career…

(This is a “fake answers only” response to how I met Kathryn P. Smith)

Let’s Go for a Walk

Fallon Ray

When I walk beside you,
I’m walking on air.
And my whole world is right,
I don’t have a care.

We can talk and laugh,
Or just walk on.
As long as we know the other is there
All our troubles are gone.

Birds singing and sun shining bright,
Or a cool rain in the middle of the night.
Walking with you just might
Be the thing I love most of all.

Doesn’t matter where,
Doesn’t matter when,
I’ll walk beside you every day of my life;
Again and again and again.

You tell me secrets,
And I tell you mine.
Having someone with mutual trust
Is worth all the gold in the world.

You shine, you sparkle, and glow.
I love you more than the rain
Loves a rainbow.

Grab your shoes
And throw them on.
Let’s go for a walk,
And sing each other songs.

Reaper Ain’t No Friend of Mine

Fallon Ray

I can’t blame him
Just doing his job
He gets no thanks
And on he plods

He never needs to run
And he’ll always catch up
Nowhere to hide
A dozen more souls in his old patched cup.

Chorus
I wish it weren’t so
That we’ve all got a time.
On he comes and he never comes slow
Reaper ain’t no friend of mine.

It’s not his fault
And I don’t wish him ill
He walks right behind you
On the other side of the hill

He’s got a job,
And I reckon it’s just.
He might not like it,
But he knows that he must.

Chorus
I wish it weren’t so
That we’ve all got a time.
On he comes and he never comes slow
Reaper ain’t no friend of mine.

Chorus 2
Won’t be long till I’ll have to go.
I’m not standing in line,
But my turn comes I know.
Reaper ain’t no friend of mine.

Give it Me – Song Sketch

Fallon Ray

Yeah that riff is good,
But the song don’t hit like it should.
Do you even know that’s true?
When no one listens, what you gonna do?

You can slap stuff against the wall.
See what sticks, see what falls.
All you got is a big mess on the floor,
And one lonely riff wanting so much more.

Ch.1
Give it thought, give it heart.
It’s where you’re spending your time.
Give it depth, give it breadth.
Why not guide spirits to the well?

Feel that line, play with time.
Doesn’t matter if it’s prose or if it’s rhyme.
Tax your brain, make it hurt.
The difference is a spark, or just more dirt.

Find that groove.
Will it make people move?
Stop, listen, feel.
Is it something you’d listen to?

Ch.2
Give it soul, give it groove.
It’s where you’re spending your time.
Give it tears, give it blood.
Make it sight for the blind.

It might drive hard.
It may hang low.
It could bite down,
to never let go.

It could lift you up,
And then crash you down.
It might melt your mind,
And make your tears flow.

Ch.3
Give it sweat, give it time.
It’s where you’re trading your love.
Give it you, give it all.
Make it light from above.

Bridge
And when you know,
there’ll be no doubt.
You’ll weep, you’ll laugh,
And twice you’ll shout:

Ch.4 (modulate up, several voices)
Give it me, give it me;
People will feel what I feel.
Give it all, have no doubt.
Raw and real is what life’s about.

Ch.5 (modulate up again, more voices)
Don’t hold back; shout out loud!
And weep sometimes, too.
I’ll make’em float on the clouds.
And help them sing the blues.

Out:
Don’t life change?
One day I’m bulletproof.
The next day I’m singing the blues.
Ain’t life strange?
I’ll hit the high notes,
Then cry till I fill up my shoes.

I’m a Beach Bitch – Song Lyrics

Fallon Ray

Verse 1

You know I love that coastal food
It does wonders for my mood
Then I’ll have a few drinks
And partake in what I like.

I wanna see my good friends
Who know what life’s about.
I write the invite and I hit send
Then we all scream and shout,

Chorus 1

I’m a beach bitch.
It’s the life for me.
Let’s hit the beach bitch,
Come and play with me.

Nothin’ in life is better.
I love it where it’s wetter.
Put your toes in the surf
And surely you will see,
You can be a beach bitch
Just like me.

Verse 2

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Chorus 2

I’m a beach bitch.
It’s the life for me.
Let’s hit the beach bitch,
Come and play with me.

Nothin’ in life is better.
I love it where it’s wetter.
Put your toes in the surf
And surely you will see,
You can be a beach bitch
Just like me.

Chorus 3

Cuz I’m a beach bitch.
It’s the life for me.
Let’s hit the beach bitch,
Come and play with me.

Your a beach bitch.
It’s so plain to see.
Meet at the beach bitch.
We’ll jump into the sea.

Got a friend, well go and get her.
Makin’ moments that we’ll treasure
Grab a drink, bottoms up
Flows down so light and free
We’re all beach bitches
Her and you and me.

I love you beach bitches,
Ye and thou and thee

We’re all beach bitches
You and us and weeee.

More Chorus parts in case we just wanna keep rocking an extended version!

I love the beach bitch
To a large degree
I love the beach bitch
I swear I do decree

I love the beach bitch
Goodness golly gee
You love the beach bitch
On that we both agree

I’m a beach bitch
A sandy VIP
I’m a beach bitch
On a seafood eating spree

I’m a beach bitch
How great this life can be
I’m a beach bitch
Livin’ wild and free

All That Glitters

Fallon Ray

“I’ve got this theory, see, that everything that glitters is gold. People like glittery, shiny, sparkling things. And things that grab attention, entertain, comfort, distract… those things have value. They can be leveraged. So give me enough glitter, Glenn, and I’ll turn it into something that will lull people into malleable little automatons. Where we go from there is another conversation. First things first.”