Aberration – pt. 5

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 I'm looking at the flowers. I know you want to know. Or maybe you don't. Everyone loves that moment of exposition. Everyone wants to understand the puzzle pieces. Everyone wants that moment when Neo was told about the Matrix, and no one wants the fucking sequel. [...]

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Dreamer – pt.7

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 "I see zeros and ones til zeros are done and I hear, oh, I hear, oh, the heroes and nuns disappear in the sun. I circle and circle and circle and circle and where are the words that I wrote?  They hurt you, [...]

Remedies

She was the siren song of the rolling waves. For those who might have said that death was the road to awe...they had never met her. The world played as an orchestra of wind and sky where moon and sun played their tug of war for the right to be the primary conductor. Even as [...]

Suspiration

He sat upon the ground, his arms wrapped about his knees with fingers that threw discarded petals on the ground - a small graveyard of she-loves-me-nots. He liked to believe that somewhere in the wind her words were whispering. He liked to believe that he knew what she was saying and that they were words [...]

Aberration – pt. 4

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 The world is red and dripping. Whatever this thing is that you might call my costume looks more like Deadpool's suit, and I assure you it wasn't that color sixteen hours ago. I'm asking myself what Superman would do and I'm realizing that it's a dumb fucking question. [...]

Aberration – pt. 3

Previously: Part 1, Part 2 I'm sulking. My disposition not so unlike the place I call my overly-humble abode. Above, people talk. Newspapers proclaim. Everyone has a fucking opinion. None of them are gentle. None of them are kind. No one asks the bullet how it feels. It's just the extension of the gun, which [...]

Dreamer – pt.5

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 "You spend so long adrift in a world where nothing seems material. A landscape of oil paint and charcoal clouds. Those faces you see grinning back are the Cheshire cat. Until they're not. You only get to make that mistake one..." He moved slow, features cowered [...]