What's good for Arthur... |
When Arthur Mosenby sneezed on April 13th, 1977 the world stopped spinning. Whether these events were coincidence or deeply related never entered the mind of anyone, including Arthur, considering the ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 19:09:00 GMT |
the no longer thin line |
It seems superfluous for me to say this at all, but the thin line that separates you and me is becoming more noticeable. Where once it was fuzzy like the moments before sleep, now it has become more l...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 11:20:00 GMT |
Thoughts on Change |
This is a matter of force. Bodies in motion trend in the direction that they have grown accustomed. They feel in themselves a low level of anxiety, one in which a body can find reassurance; a muscular...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 05:46:00 GMT |
The End of the World is Approaching - in 2036 |
The paper under Nico's left hand had gradually become dark as he scribbled his thoughts alongside stacks of numbers. After hours of work, his eyelids now felt like the cement rims of two swimming pool...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 06:51:00 GMT |
I’m having sex with your ear right now for fun |
Abundance is the sibling of deficiency; like standing on the South Pole and attempting to walk in any direction other than north, relationships become understandable only at their threshold.Always que...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 07:03:00 GMT |
A Modern Prophecy - post date 1980 |
The future& I'm not sure where to begin. There will be three great disasters:And low, the first great disaster will be marked by the rise of a great empire. It is a measure of this empire that every m...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 06:55:00 GMT |
The meaning of life = bottons vs. zippers |
I put my pants back on, which was the last thing that I wanted to do.
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 11:47:00 GMT |
Woops! |
The situation had become desperate. I attempted to pin together the loose strands, and using a dishtowel I tried to soak up the excess. When the grandfather clock started to chime I became noticeably ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 14:52:00 GMT |
Traveling: first shipwrecked, then abandoned, then attacked by strangers, then attacked again |
A humming noise woke me up this morning, an echo of last night, and as always an invitation for others had somewhere been extended; a dry mouth, a throbbing ache pushing out memories& I remember ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:14:00 GMT |
Wandering Lone-some soul |
Oh wandering lone-some soul, Seeing only square edges in a writhing world,You reach behind you, as it were, for someone to hold.Connection craving, caught amongst the rye,You only crave connection in ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 15:09:00 GMT |
