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I am such a fool thinking things are what they're not God you're beautiful

“Evan, it’s me, Punnett.” There are some phone calls one never expects to get. This happened to be one of them. “My God!” I exclaimed. “Is that really you, Punnett?” ...

if I could turn my eyes around and view the gelatinous fillings of my skull would it make me less of a man? common sense dictates that if the blood ...

Countdown to the apocalypse when the news hits bowls release worldwide and dogs bark at the end of barbed wire chains pitiless shuffling cloth beasts wander dust storms grinning flesh ...

There is no beginning These hands are by chance This special place in space in time Infinitesimally abysmal We are but manifestations of God Atoning for eons passed These familiar ...

caught in the undertow of a thought carried away on the broken back of an undisciplined rhythm passing through subatomic slipstreams and defective dream catchers laughing waves of an alien ...

it seems this little girl with ribbons in her hair and shrapnel in her face are all part of God's plan it's good to know that in the billions of ...

As the man studied the crimson Rorschach test left on his bathroom wall, he decided that it reminded him of a butterfly in a frog's mouth, or maybe of cat ...

If you count to ten Then count to three You’re thirteen steps ahead of me But if you count infinity I’m closer than you’ll ever be

None of it makes sense anymore. When cons start outweighing pros, and hope becomes a screaming infant tied to a stick and beaten repeatedly against the concrete sidewalk, and every ...

I knew an amazing storyteller once; he used to talk in great waves, distorting space and time, and weaving majestic tales through the immeasurable tapestry of the infinite. Occasionally, during ...

We picked him up at an old run down watering hole, passed out on a bench in the back of the joint. Dreaming of discarded pictures of loved ones and ...

On March 23rd 2008, Hilliard Cole meets the infinite wisdom that is God, and is shown the true nature of time, which is spherical in shape. He is allowed a ...

In the head like a kick gods who bit white ophelia floating; in hideous love-making jostle together protractedly; like dragonflies threading! for more than a thousand years! The evening shadows ...

I'm not sure where this belongs, so I'll just post it here. The weather’s changed once more. It won’t be long until we’re all alive again, like we all always ...

Geriatric I seem to be me! falsetto movement of the bowel variety examining endlessly facial trajectories a squat proximity from gargling indiscriminately you dig?

How the cards fall depends on where the players stand knee deep in ear drippings of liquid cortex fascination premature ego vaccination cut the chord, count the dead tell me ...

underneath this grinning skull gleams a three pound voltaic pile with tendrils buried beyond sight and all comprehension with the power to uproot black holes and capsize points of view ...

I took my red-eye hangnail robot pill Took it to the market and purchased your approval With a grin that seemed to say, In fretful agitated human derby, “I have ...

Casanova’s abomination, In suede persuasion suckled, Endless topics in indiscussion, Colored by missteps; Pavlov’s comedy of spite. Color me tenebrous, And I’ll kiss your death, Dismembered: the

Honor There is no such thing as a born coward Only those who learn and grow into forgetfulness An honorable man is not one who lives without fear But one ...

In the event of a continuum quake the first and most important rule is to panic without abandon. The more coherent you are, the more devastating the effects will be. ...

My powers of recollection have never served me well in the business that I am in. People, in particular, their faces and their deeds don’t impress on my memory. I ...

Three whole days since I saw your eyes But that’s not where the hunger hides Your sins so old they’ve worn away So hard to read between the lies Chimera ...

*** Not a Test *** Conrad staggered through the dark, rain slicked lawns, cursing the closed and locked fences that he’d have no chance of hopping in his current state. ...

“Here, take this, it’ll put the rosy back in your cheeks.” He handed the young man an oblong pill, and looked him up and down. He was pale, shaking and ...

***The Persistence of Re-Memory*** “Maybe you should see someone.” She had said. He couldn’t help himself. He cocked an amused eyebrow at what he knew was going to come out ...

It was already six o’clock in the evening and the sun was on its way out over the city of Portland. The bus pulled up, sounding its hydraulic brakes. Hermes ...

expert plastic voices barter my conscience under those redolent, unnecessary eyes; percolate waves of synapsicide like sleeper cells through black-hole pinpricks in deep-set mask, guilty, of understan

I’ve noticed that time seems to slow as you fall to your death. I’ve been falling for quite some time now, remembering with painful detail every regret in my life ...

Chumpar and Dulcifer had made it. Two kindred souls well met in their final life time, they had reached the cusp at the same time. Several life times of loving ...

Part OneThe unfortunate mark of true artistic genius, I think, is that many only achieve worldwide fame and recognition after they have died. Another indicator is madness, utter and insoluble. ...

Part TwoA week later Cutting Out the Middle Man sold for thirty six hundred, and I found myself paying Punnett another visit. The man who answered the door this time ...

It happened during a philosophy lecture. We were three hours in, and I was fading. Time crawled like a sick cat. My cognizance began to recede. Noises and peripheral movements ...

My car is haunted by the spirit of a dragged man. He’s tied to the bumper by a rope of ectoplasm. He screams at stop lights and you can only ...

I remember it was my son’s wedding. It took place at a little church on the outskirts of a little town that was probably full of people that played with ...

So this is another of those creative writing class exercises. The rules were to write a dialogue between two people, with one of them trying to convince the other to ...

On the third day a warm wind blew through the hole in the roof of the attic, carrying with it the smell of sulfur and charred meat. Cohen was perturbed ...

I was sitting in the waiting room of the New Horizon retirement community, thumbing the yellowing pages of my favorite book. Having been through the process enough times in the ...

Lazy Sunday, the day of some people's Lord, and I was up to my usual Machiavellian pursuits. I was midway through a fingernail job, you know, duct tape, uncomfortable wooden ...

your words aren't ripe yet they taste empty and sweet the way your eyes breath I am one with your teeth the metronome of our needs is running out of ...

Pure silliness.

All events in this are factual.

This is a poem.