Armagideon Time

Posts tagged ‘what the hell am I doing’

…but their special relationship preceded their death and, quite frankly, is none of your business. (The redundant captions which accompany the illustrations in the third edition D&D core rulebooks are strangely endearing, like a fantasy RPG homage to old comics where Batman would say “Here’s a punch!” while punching someone and the caption box would […]

Casper: “I’m the spirit of a dead child, forced to walk this earth forever!” Bozo: “I’m the grinning, grease-painted inspiration for countless childhood nightmares!” Matty: “slip the flensing knife close to the bone and pull firmly but be sure to trap the juices in a pail for later don’t let the screams and moans bother […]

As far as teleporter accidents went, it could’ve been worse. That didn’t stop Bigelow from cursing his carelessness. Why did he accept the crate of vegetables from his co-worker’s garden? Why didn’t put them on a table instead of place where he could accidentally bump the box with his foot and send a stray onion […]

I’m sure you think you’re hip for getting into the potter’s field, but it’s just as commercial as some suburban burial ground. This place is the real cutting edge, man. It’s combines hand-quarried Romanian marble with some of the more radical elements of the Dusseldorf underground tomb scene. I wouldn’t expect you to be familiar […]

A plague worse than death

September 25th, 2018

“I looked up and saw a horse whose color was pastel green. Its rider was named Jane, and her format was VHS. They were given authority over ranch home suburbia, to conquer with headband and lycra and legwarmers and extreme hold mousse.”

Knowin’ what to keep

September 20th, 2018

On a warm summer’s eve On a shuttle bound for the outlet mall I met up with the tailor We were both too tired to sleep So we took turns a-starin’ Out the window at the Tire Center The boredom overtook us, And he began to speak He said, “Son, I’ve made a life Out […]

You had better do as you are told

September 18th, 2018

The text: My mental image:

A photo-essay for Friday

September 14th, 2018

Detroit Rock Realty

September 11th, 2018

We’ll show you everything on the lot New central AC if the room gets hot You make a bid, we’ll consult the owner You ask about the closet space This place has walk-ins that go on for days You make a bid, we’ll consult the owner You keep on wafflin’, you keep on wafflin’ I […]

Sic transit gloria Nineties

July 31st, 2018

Looking back, you wonder if any of it was real. Of course it was. You can find ample physical evidence in any thrift store or the few sad remnants you’d elected to hold on to all this time. There’s a part of you that whispers how these were your best years — a halcyon daze […]

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