Destinys Decision |
Frustrated with the world, feeling the pain of this, much like the constant throbbing annoyance of a cracked wisdom tooth, Victor counted off a few ones and paid for his Venti soy milk morning co... Posted by Z on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 08:57:00 PST |
The Unilluminated (Part 2) |
Gary: Now this is what I am talking about. People are getting agitated that they're not as fucked up as they want to be, so they start to consume more. The vodka is the first to go along with that idi... Posted by Z on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 08:53:00 PST |
The hardest thing I have ever had to write. |
Weight of the worldEach have to carry their ownNothing's for certainBut to carry our ownFrom the first birth of lifeTill our final last breath
These are lyrics from one of Jon's favorite groups. ... Posted by Z on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 10:47:00 PST |
The Unilluminated (Part 1) |
Ted: We're living in a brave new world. It's Thursday night and you know what it means. I am at the waterin hole near Murray Hill. I look down into my tumbler of red label on the rocks, and ... Posted by Z on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 06:51:00 PST |
The Clockwatcher |
He didn't realize when it happened. One day he looked up and around at the world around him and realized he had become one. A clockwatcher. He had on a digital watch, the kind that can display seconds... Posted by Z on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 06:36:00 PST |
Happy Tragedy |
I was sitting at home in front of the idiot box thinking back on the days. The days of nothingness. The idle moments passed before me as if I was a statue in some city circle. Birds would l... Posted by Z on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 12:57:00 PST |
The Old Swing |
I will never forget that old swing. The finely sanded down pine bench that was strung up on the oak tree in my mother's backyard. My grandfather had built it and strung it up on the limb like so... Posted by Z on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 03:19:00 PST |
Spin, Flail, Dance |
Spinning, flailing, and helpless is how he felt looking down at the paper in front of him. He felt like a sky diver with a tangled chute, the panic twisting and hurtling him into the certain doom that... Posted by Z on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 01:06:00 PST |