Thursday dusk arrived slow

Don’t waste your time coz I already did! Quick reviews of the gaps in our apps, human technology. 8 1/2 I disagree with this headline, you’ll see. Letter never sent, part 4 bTake what you need and leave the rest. 7:41 pm cool air finally as we wait on Chicago style pizza with onions soContinue reading “Thursday dusk arrived slow”

Moral Prejudices

Marlin Rand woke up, asleep, a dream within a living nightmare. You like to daydream, huhn? Head lost in the clouds. Are you listening? Listening not hearing. The world retracts into a distance illuminated by your reflection, the sun shaft reaching that taillight, sending shards of red through the blinds. Why do we call thenContinue reading “Moral Prejudices”

Find the sinkhole

I have decided to write the gray American novella, where nothing is great just chalky grey like the Greys pasty anatomy of conspiracy theories where secret service reptilian half-breeds are always British. Meanwhile, the natives are restless and a stretch of doom creeps, breathless. Jagged ex-whys and all the imagination in dream land won’t fixContinue reading “Find the sinkhole”

Villa Real

The system is based upon ten (originally nine) glyphs. The symbols (glyphs) used to represent the system are in principle independent of the system itself. The glyphs in actual use are descended from Brahmi numerals and have split into various typographical variants since the Middle Ages. Etymology theintercept.com/2019/06/22/cbp-border-searches-journalists/ That much I expected. But then a third officer, whose nameContinue reading “Villa Real”

What you give away

my mom, she vacuumed everyday. Danchi- I don’t even think she had one…

The Specialists

Formerly Opportunists, the non-specialists must explore. Never stop looking over their shoulders. Is that any way to live? I am never completely at ease, and it only seems to be getting worse-largely because I don’t know what to do, I have too much trauma/negative experience over last two years in particular and twelve years strugglingContinue reading “The Specialists”

Don’t hold your breath

We stood at the precipice staring at bones they didn’t lie but had shattered with time That endless roar between the eyes herding us home. This is not as bleak as it sounds, we pander, to no one in particular. By holding on to that first note, it generates a feeling of suspense This timeContinue reading “Don’t hold your breath”

The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“No bones. Not even a knee cap.”         As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,”Continue reading “The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2”

by 4:50 haven’t made as much progress

Tuesday’s gone with the wind 4:44 started All these devised interfaces for me to write what I know for the immutable time capsule, the diaries of not a mad woman despite the claims by others who shall remain faceless at this point in time as this is just a platform trial and entryway error momentum:Continue reading “by 4:50 haven’t made as much progress”

There’s no way to know…

…if this were true, you just have to go with it, I imagine myself surfing again on a perfect morning in the perfect temperature water amongst friends, no tiger sharks in the making or anything wrong with a perfect day, coz you get those once in a while even if Henry Miller turns out toContinue reading “There’s no way to know…”

The Math of Story, pt. 2

Or the continuing math of the continuing story. the deep dark motion an expanse that happens to come and go  unpredictable, since the emotion attached to the action or inaction beckons  self-flagellation, mutation, abomination. But today that is not the way I feel or think perhaps it is the sunshine perhaps it is the adherenceContinue reading “The Math of Story, pt. 2”

Wednesday is a goth girl

“Never give up. Never let things out of your control dictate who you are.” Unknown The mornings are cool near the desert and life begins sluggishly because it stays up late. The to do list creeps up slowly following like a hungry dog, starved for attention, as they always are. Dogs are in fact bottomlessContinue reading “Wednesday is a goth girl”

Prometheus has a mistress

yet it is not surprising that few people know this Icarus ascending nobody cares this time it’s hot in the desert she is sick of wasting time granted, the mistress must wait each day for him to come home from work AH, Prometheus I could love you better than Athena Prometheus moulder of mankind fromContinue reading “Prometheus has a mistress”

Tropic of Capricorn meets Aquarius

The amount of the bad is immeasurable in terms of things that are not right with the world, the specifics and the details, the general and the ambiguous. That changes nothing of its current appearance. The fact that I have been trained by my brain to forget so much and in forgetting this thing theyContinue reading “Tropic of Capricorn meets Aquarius”

Hop on the bus…

Drop off the key, There are that many invasions to our thoughts per second flight from the muse so quickly because the walls are caving in. You know it is a strange time to be alive everything is clear then in a mere increment more than 1 second but under five, it could be deducted from theContinue reading “Hop on the bus…”