Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Dig
Stumbling down the dark, wet street, neglecting the lit cigarette barely adhering to my exhausted and dumbfounded countenance, I am struck by my own cosmic absurdity, and then, for a welcome moment, that peculiar and unexpected euphoria in the midst of failure.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Filed
Ugmanaco Wadi sat alone at the restaurant table and amused himself with determining whether the flowers were fake or not - but without touching them, without going straight for the grab, as so often, he observed to himself, people had wasted this very purpose that flowers were put on tables anymore.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Metaphysical Nougat
I began the day with one of those Ultimate Chicken Grill sandwiches, which always made me wonder who else in the world I was picking over that particular chicken carcass with - food for thought.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
No Comment
At this point, I will admit that I am corrupt, so that I no longer need suffer any distraction from my true good intentions.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
A La Mode
Effie Scruggs had an easy life, selling guitars to generation after generation of would-be rock star college kids.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Last Of The Last
Mortimer Pickett was as greedy as the next pig, but he had no desire to be so common as to grapple after money the way those others did.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Things That Go Bump In The Day
3am - the masses, the buyers and sellers, the politicians, the busybodies - unconscious, numb, and therefore incapable of spewing their static; and yet, even now, they are incubating another lousy day for one another.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Brute Force
As Lou became aware of the monotonous, shrill beeping of the alarm clock, he thought again how irritating it is that some accident of celestial mechanics had left the inhabitants of this particular planet with not enough hours in the day.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Left Unsaid
No more - my whole life had been held captive by noble sentiment, and now, a terrible and beautiful cynicism barked with joy in my cellar as I planned to free it.
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