Mirror plaque Golden tracks Steak no good send it back Neon signs Hair so fine Dance to excess wine and dine Shining shell Taco bell Believe in heaven live in hell. Attention whore Convenience store Gluttony on a laminate floor Wit mistook Have the look Worry not shun the book […]
The Waste (XII)
Five years passed after the fish falsification fiasco, during which several interesting developments occurred. The first of note, is that Furous found the trajectory of his career choice as a fisherman redirected, and after the incident, his role was led to that of repairman. He found himself abruptly under the tutelage of a rope maker. […]
Absolute Obsolescence
Do you travel long, deep into the fall, to the same towns and the same strip malls? Do you take the same escalators and ride easy elevators? Are you circling the same tracks, trying to find your way back? Are you spinning in the same circle trying to break a cycle. Do you find that […]
On to the next station
It has been quite some time since my experiences in this wild and wonderful world have led me to write of the preposterousness everyday life provides. This does not mean, that the awkward, bizarre, curious, eyebrow-raising, head-scratching buffonery has not occurred; merely, the degree of bewilderment I have experienced, has not propelled me towards the […]
The Waste (XI)
The next morning, the pumping mechanism in the pen was engaged by the villagers, and the inhabitants of the octagonal enclosure were encouraged by immaculate engineering, to revisit the seas from whence they had been captured. It took little time after Allamar’s edict of augmentation, for the unwed fishermen of the village to have docked […]
Bleach, and Sadness
There are those that enjoy the act of cleaning. There are others that do not. There are some that clean, daily, compulsively, and consistently. And there are others that regard it as a burdensome bore. Regardless in which class you place yourself, cleaning is a necessity. Whether approached with regularity, or abhorently, failure to disperse […]
The art of ignition
Gather unto oneself the twigs, sticks, and palm sized sources of kindling. Arrange upon the driest of ground, in a fashion, most closely resembling a tepee. Forage for dry leaves, wood shavings, paper, or other small combustables. Arrange volatiles beneath the angled, tepee eaves, in a bunched fashion. Search pockets for flint and striker, and […]
Stand
It be the deeds done, not the comforts won, that have merit. Humbly yours, j
Cattle Chute
The rubber circles rapidly rotate upon the road and the rhythmic whir of the tires, the soothing whoosh of the swiftly passing air by open windows, and the invigorating, insistent, pulsing notes from the rock anthem blasting through the high wattage stereo system, pull upward at the corners of the drivers mouth, shoot stars into […]
Run.
I’m getting out. I’m getting out. I’m getting out. without a doubt I’m getting out, out, out, out, gonna find out, what its all about. I’m going around, around, around round and round, to find what’s sound. I’m spinning round, right around, my prospects abound, to turn it all around. I’ll find […]