The Book : Part 1 |
Welcome to a multi-part series brought to you by Christopher J. Perger. If you're first time reading this blog segment, I highly suggest that you start at "The Book : Part 1". Much Thanks!!!!* ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Jul 2009 17:27:00 GMT |
I Remember Squinting... |
The sun is brighter than usual today. Its rays are unrelenting; quite alike my suspicions. I assumed there would be cake, and so far there is not. Pish-posh, I say, for I suspected cake, and my taste ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:09:00 GMT |
nothing in particular |
did i ever tell you about the time i did nothing in particular? well, it all started at 10 am on a saturday. if i recall correctly, i thought to myself, "twas today not the day to do laundary?" and to...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 13:47:00 GMT |
Coalesce the Progress |
My eyes slid
open, revealing an array of perspectives and avenues of beliefs. Shall I
elaborate? Eh, sure why not:
Photons
bounced about between my eyeballs and the dorm room, relinquis...
Posted by on Sat, 16 May 2009 17:09:00 GMT |
Uncommon Commodities |
The night's dim tonight. Dim, and yet, well-lit. In a sense, we are on the edge of the Universe, especially if we consider all this to be our center of understanding. Casting our beliefs around our eg...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 16:53:00 GMT |
I Love It All |
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Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 00:33:00 GMT |
The Eclipsing Life |
As the whims of no-things exist, so does the embodying consciousness that acknowledges those whims. I've found myself in a place of realizations conjoined with desire for much more.Alike a robot with ...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 15:27:00 GMT |
12:01 No.M. |
In a moment of lost time, a sliver of light can exist, and just as easily not exist. The time is lost, and therefore the inhabitants of that time are lost as well. .. ..It may be similar to an alarm...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jan 2009 17:30:00 GMT |
The Dying Dog |
My aunt's dog is dying. With crusties in his eyes and lowered brows, he vacates the basement upon a bed that he's scratched to writhens. Very rarely does he come to a stand, and further, very rarely...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jan 2009 19:34:00 GMT |
Roy G. Biv |
Reading the time line of the passing days takes a toll.A toll that doesn't accept quarters.Overspent and tired, I've begun to feel cold.Cold like a war without martyrs.Yelling and hollering makes my...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 18:38:00 GMT |
