The descent is not so bad as we were told. There is a significant amount of depth to the mental experience of falling from heights above our intended pay range. We have gone beyond the pinnacle of man's real desire and stopped short of our gods' coattails. We did not even reach for them, bless … Continue reading Day Twenty-Five – Overture for Three Oboes and an Empty Detergent Bottle
Alphabet soup, through a sieve, naught but ones. A million, if you are so gluttonous. No zeroes. Attend.
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As is typically the case with events that can be considered to have changed the course of history, through intense and diligent research, and by deconstructing the progression of individual tributaries that as a whole make up the entirety of the catastrophic or productive event in question, one can trace the series of cause … Continue reading Day Twenty – The Last Vestiges of an Inappropriate Man
Before I type out Day Twenty, I feel it is time to address the purpose of the Daze of the Weak. There is no purpose. While my other projects remain in various states of being edited or rewritten, or, better yet, in the limbo of being perused for publication by the last vestiges of … Continue reading Daze of the Weak – An Unnecessary and Unsolicited Explanation For Your Pancreas
Time is running out and this is the zero hour. For you, the reader, it takes just a few seconds to make a lifetime of difference in the life of someone else, and I am politely asking you, if you are a fan of mad science, cacophony, and imminent destruction, to please donate even a … Continue reading Day Fifteen – A Public Apology for Events That Occurred on Easter 1993, Wolverhampton, UK
Defeat. Breath stutters. Fingertips tickle snow. Just beside, a body. Not deceased, no, not yet. Depressed perhaps, and languishing in doubt. He sees his reflection in skies above. Like the stone he is, he remains patient. A spear extends from his chest, a war wound. As he breathes shallowly, he hears the sound of battle. … Continue reading Day Fourteen – Counting Backwards From Zero While Drowning