Aberration – pt. 6

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 I'm looking at a place that I'd rather not be. It's one of those moments like a drunk man staring at a bar, or maybe it's more like a drunk man staring at the door to an AA meeting. Maybe the difference is negligible. [...]

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Certainty

They came to him, the king with crystal crown and crimson cape, With courtly curtsies of contrition and conditions of escape For lingered, he, beleaguered, long lamenting and alone With little litanies and lines of logic littering his home With weather always winter, lacking windows or the will To see a world of waning worry, [...]

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. [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]