Day Thirty – Quality Stock Tips From an Okapi (or, Mr. China Has Seven Splinters)

--- TRecTm5.2218.14.11.x.x Rprt -22.22.511.5.5.167.3.7.vv.20491 Earth Interplanetary Logistics and Colonization - Robotic Recon Team - Report - Assmt. 17501.R.TR73 ||\\|| BEGIN REPORT ||\\|| WRECKAGE OF ARTEMIS LANDER : MSN TtnRcn2203 : CONFIRMED ENVIRONMENT SEALS BROKEN ID OF FOUR OF FIVE TEAM MEMBERS CONFIRMED DOCTOR ABRAHAM TOLLE: DECEASED, BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA PTY OFR RAYMOND GILFREY: DECEASED, CAROTID … Continue reading Day Thirty – Quality Stock Tips From an Okapi (or, Mr. China Has Seven Splinters)

Day Twenty-Five – Overture for Three Oboes and an Empty Detergent Bottle

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

Day Nineteen – Andrew Lost His Keys While George is Engulfed in Flames

On the third day, the grand and omnipotent entity known as Va'alamyr walked the grounds of his creation. He reveled in the squeakiness of the wet grass beneath his bare feet. He turned his eyes to the blinding sun he had created two days earlier and saw that it was good. The trees were coming … Continue reading Day Nineteen – Andrew Lost His Keys While George is Engulfed in Flames

Day Seventeen – His Most Holy Purveyor of the Remedy to My Madness

"Lift your eyes to the light above you. The cleansing god of ages descends to this mortal coil in fury, and, for our future, he brings tidings of empty joy. This ground upon which we quiver, cowering on bent knee, praying for deliverance is not ours. We came to this land, and toiled in its … Continue reading Day Seventeen – His Most Holy Purveyor of the Remedy to My Madness

Day Fifteen – A Public Apology for Events That Occurred on Easter 1993, Wolverhampton, UK

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

Day Fourteen – Counting Backwards From Zero While Drowning

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

Day Five – Wednesday’s Positronic Void

My dreams have taken a turn to the aweless waste. When formerly I could traverse the dreamscape of candywine waterfalls and purple glory sunrises with consistency, the night journeys have descended into the dimensions of the mundane. And excessively so, my waking life begins to beg the attention I normally reserve for the infinite. Long … Continue reading Day Five – Wednesday’s Positronic Void

Day Three – Put On Your Corporate Oligarchy Homburg, and Give Us a Grin

If automobiles are passing you on the right hand side, you could very well be in the wrong lane. If you are passing ambiplasmic layers, you either do not live on our planet or you need to stop listening to Alfvén and Klein so much. There are days when I find it difficult to coax … Continue reading Day Three – Put On Your Corporate Oligarchy Homburg, and Give Us a Grin