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

Note To Self

I came, I saw, I so-whatted.

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.