Without a Course to Follow |
Ghost stories are being told from other rooms. Whispers in the hallway resound, shaking the attic from its fear of the supernatural. In a million half told secrets, there is always a chanc...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:30:00 GMT |
In Search of the Index |
Caught up in the current of a previous engagement, you can hear the rattle of time drawing nearer and nearer. Footsteps are coming at a slower pace now. The laces are dragging on the carpe...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 14:25:00 GMT |
Overdrawn Accounts |
What provokes someone to become so morally bankrupt? Some people have the ability to deceive anyone and everyone in order to fulfill their own lack of character. You've seen it before with...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 13:56:00 GMT |
Cirrus Plums and Other Observations |
I woke up this morning with my eyes sewn shut. Another night of too much ozone and not enough cirrus. A woman was talking of something, I do not know. Some wandering analysis of a te...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 16:31:00 GMT |
A Thirty-Four Hour Day |
After one hundred and one conversations today, the curtain comes down like a hatchet. Television voices are the only thing that descend from the ceiling now. On the second floor, we saw the tiles of d...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 23:42:00 GMT |
Unfinished from the Ending Forward |
I'm frightened to death of all the waiting. In the end, there were just far too many things that I had kept hidden. You reach the point, you know, where it is better to keep following the ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 17:57:00 GMT |
Now That They Can Add, Will They Figure Out How To Subtract? |
What are you going to do with your life? Thousands of blank pages, so many that it makes you wince with chagrin. Seven days in a week and on perhaps one of them you muster up the libido an...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 10:29:00 GMT |
3:15pm Shit Poem |
I feel like a midget on a trampoline. The world is moving too fast and time is flying by like a rodeo moustache. I can't see over all of the big kids who are half my age. Ain't life ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 15:16:00 GMT |
Scratching a Finished Surface |
Take a look around at the figures that stare into their computer screens like plants. Take a look at the violence and the boredom that surrounds their cloudy vision. A college degree and a gigantic ...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 18:11:00 GMT |
Sweet Home Suite |
Travelling to the Midwest is not ideal in any scenario. The place is largely unattractive, plain, humid, and infested with mosquitos and neoconservatives, among other things. The food is t...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 10:24:00 GMT |
