Retrieved

No matter how inept the justification which inevitably follows the folly which results in realization and to realize is to die a little inside for realizing connotes a finality to that problem as yet unsolved I realized when I slammed the door, it hit me in the – okole! Don’t let the door hit youContinue reading “Retrieved”

The mass

And God said, in Latin, broadcast live from above Satan’s lair, situated, precisely and according to worldwide big brother goo goo radio Gaga – it’s gonna save your life but it’s gonna hurt – the amount of space occupied by a three-dimensional object as measured in units (such as quarts or liters) or capacity, or theContinue reading “The mass”

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”

“fourth street”

a dynamic that can raise or lower the energy in a room. If they begin every sentence with a negative message and then try to diffuse it somewhat, it is likely that negativity prevails in their life and carries over into work.

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”

Predictive Discourse

No, no, let me guess?! What? (*mouth full) ah Let me guess what you’re going to say next! Why? I would let you predict, manipulate, disclose the expression of  anywhere from 12,000 to 60,000 thoughts per day… Literary tomes Yeah coz you only have 37,000 “thoughts” which IS NOTHING! An irrevocable negative bias We have anywhereContinue reading “Predictive Discourse”

What you give away

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

Out with the g-damn old already

It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak. Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year. I’m in some kind of hell,Continue reading “Out with the g-damn old already”

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 Masters of War had Ventriloquists

It wasn’t even winter yet, as autumn held her ground. Weaker men were torn asunder as angels prevailed where blind men feared to speak. You could not fess up nor deny, those wild werewolf times  Where wolvens roamed the crest like crazy heathcliff Heather of Moorland Farms befriended the mysterious Maxine. Who wore clogs. AContinue reading “The Masters of War had Ventriloquists”

Race to the bottom 

He was aquatic  She, nomadic  Theirs, a Predestined affinity  for perishing Refer unsung heroes ever since  then, I knew mine was  a life  word bullons  crude  Contraband hush puppies  Heroin””””””(filled) burritos  Snuggling  so you don’t  (to?) have sharp objects on you when your spouse  With That I think I’ll  Preordained misery Already knew  Always,  that Continue reading “Race to the bottom “

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”