Category Archives: Something Else

Commander Syndrome

Until they are gone, until they are dead I can no more rest my eyes and smile myself to dream than a drunk can will himself to sobriety. I am bound by their lust for a future that sees me … Continue reading

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Why Say Anything?

Let’s all just be nice. Let’s all just smile. It is best, you see. No one can hear you scream, no one can feel your concern. Better silent and smiling than snarling and upset. You see, it’s all so simple. … Continue reading

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Ruminations #4

In which I contemplate the future in the crystal orbs of my daughters eyes. Continue reading

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An Open Letter to Those You Once Briefly Loved

Dear Pizza Hut, I don’t know what happened, nor do I remember when. But these pleas for attention have to stop “2 mediums for $7.99”, “Free Breadsticks with survey!”. It’s all sad. Look what we had, when we had it, … Continue reading

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Argument with Self: 12/23/1016

“Do you really need to have the walls melt here?” “It looks cool.” “Sure, but does it add anything besides that?” “It’s been there for over a year and a half now, taking it out seems wrong.” “That’s mythos. Next.” … Continue reading

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Ruminations #3

As if suddenly cutting from the Gordian knot of my own existence. I find myself panicked like a child before some great event. Liberated my mind flies, throwing out ideas with the easy words of “Fuck it, who will read … Continue reading

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Ruminations #2

It’s amazing looking over the notebooks for the last 400+ days and realizing that you’ve been running in circles for over year, hoping to find some unrefined truth hidden in the scorched and mulched ruins of what you were once … Continue reading

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