Two paths One of uncertainty The other uncertain Wanting neither I go forward Uncertain

"Look it up," Frank said, turning his gaze back to the screen. "Yep, it means something, but really nothing at all. JUST AS I SUSPECTED!!" The redundancy of Sams capital double exclamation meant nothing to Frank, who was content to idle his day away, in what he called "lounge mode." "Dude!?" Frank said. "Lounge Mooodeh... … Continue reading Blather →

Du du chu Duh dun chu Style so fresh that I write words Un-edited fresh, my minds obsured Kids walking by, listening, lazy, def Back in 89 I took the left ("props to the one on the left,") Rap went right, some now outta sight ("Props to the one on the right,") The old lyrics... … Continue reading Circle At The Park Hip Hop Stoopid Fresh Style →

"Strange days." He said with a drawl. He was looking out to sea. The picturesque mountains before him dwarfing the fjord. "Everyone had something strange going on today. It's just one of those days I guess." He smiled. Picking up a heavy stone, he heaved it into the water. “KER-SPLOOSH!” The stone sounded, as the … Continue reading Excerpt: Strange Days →

Fast forward to the future. It is 1983, the human race is racing. A clock still hangs above the door, where it has for many years, in an old farm house in Oregon. Tick tick tick tick tick tick. "My grandfather bought that clock! That's a grandfathers clock!" He chuckled boisterously, turning to his guests, … Continue reading Blorg →

I see you Staring at me I stare too At pages wide open

"I'd rather crush in my own skull, then go to my work." He wondered if he meant it, picturing himself being murdered by his boss for not going to work instead. "I go, because I have to go." "That's why everybody goes." "I know that, but I... UH, it don't matter." He wanted to live … Continue reading Excerpt: Brainpills →

..."the mission, if you choose to accept it," he paused, he always did the ‘nerdy joke thing’ on the phone, "is to grab Lazy Eddie, and meet me at the boat ramp. Dude! Let's go fishing!" Rad stood there in his long-johns, feeling like he was in some kinda spaghetti western, the lone comedy relief … Continue reading Excerpt: Teller Teaches →

Paragraphetry No muse, for amusing my boredom. I lock away the pen of truth, and stare deceitfully at this page. My moments, MY. This is where truth has gone awry. There is no pendminship that can express, what you know as why. To Try, To Hate, To fashion onesart after the Great, stylus better than … Continue reading Paragraphetry →