From his perch, Bosina watched the tribesmen carefully make their way up the hidden trail that lead to the eye of the magmatic dyke where they would soon tell tales of the middle days and the fall long into the night. Rather than follow along in a tedious procession, Bosina had opted to climb his … Continue reading Day Forty-One – Vines Like Ice, A Precipice Like Nothing’s End
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Vagaries and Trash, Bitch
Ah, fuck. Here I am. This isn't the me you "me"d before. Except... no, you "you" me, and I "me" me. I suppose it's only acceptable to "me" another when you're like: You're just like me, Randall. Except.... the yous and mes are just reversed, but in context, like, the big picture homburg-- OO.... why … Continue reading Vagaries and Trash, Bitch
A Descent into Decay
How does a mote of dust orient itself in an endless universe that stretches away to infinity in every direction, with no up or down, or right or left to guide it? We adhere to this rock spiraling through the void by the grace of gravity, but what is down to this planet we cling … Continue reading A Descent into Decay
Reach III
If you don’t know what Gha’Cre Stoh Rage Haiku is, you shouldn’t. I invented it for my fictional multiverse. Rules: Seven lines, each line no more than seven syllables, one line must contain only two words, the final line is a single word. Written in multiples (Gha’Cre) usually numbering seven, a final stanza (Stoh) is … Continue reading Reach III
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 