Nothing seems to kill me

She said those lyrics were going to kill me. I said they’re just lyrics, imagining. Release. She said, “I don’t like them. They’re not you.” I set my phone on the nightstand, tossed off the covers, swung my feet to the floor. I gazed out the window into the night and considered hugging a moonbeam,…

Snowglobe

That night, everyone agreed to be still. Front doors stood firm, no one opened them lest the snow be swept aside, or clumsy boots crunch holes in it. The thought of tire tracks was repugnant, made us squint and shake our head. Peace was spreading, or rather falling, and leveling out over crushed beer cans…

Good fake news today

Woke up this morning with a light heart, not heavy, not suffocating. The air didn’t weigh on me like it used to and will again, it was clean. The sky was more blue than last month, and the bankers fangs were muzzled. I was not sure, not entirely, whether they would act in my best…

In these dark times, Bad Lip Reading shines a funny

Palpatine is moving aggressively to seal off borders, stifle government communication, bring back torture, and beta-test martial law in Chicago, so I’m glad I found something to laugh about today. I needed this. Here it is: Bad Lip Reading has been around for a long time, apparently. Several years at least, been featured on Ellen…

Good morning, Palpatine

…and goodnight, America, you’ve been great. I wish I’d appreciated you while we were together. I tend to be negative and find faults in you. I tend to be an iconoclast, but today I realize we had it pretty good together, you and I. I’m sorry you had to die. No, I will not give…

The arrow

The arrowhead pauses, nudges against my ribs like the finger of a child, becomes aggressive, won’t stop. Pushes harder. Penetrates flesh, and, emboldened, pushes on. It penetrates bone and cartilage, punches through, drives inward. The arrowhead navigates organs, tissue, muscle. Sluices to the opposite rib cage before it stops again, nudges, breaks through. Pulls the…

Shoot That Frog: A Christmas Comeuppance

“He’ll come down the chimney tonight,” Father grumbled, his hand caressing the barrel of the Frog Shooter on his lap. Father was sitting in Mother’s little chair in front of the fireplace. His dollar store sunglasses hung crooked on his honker. He was six-foot two, or had been before developing his post-divorce slouch, and 240…

Conflicted Elector in a Corrupt College

Originally posted on The Blessed Path:
When running for the Presidential Elector Nominee some six months ago, I had no idea the conflict that would ensue both from without and within. To say that it has been an “educating experience” would be an understatement. I embarked on this journey with a basic understanding of the…

In which the neophyte will enjoy a concise history of Metallica on the occasion of the band’s new release, which (at times) rocks one’s bollucks

Today Metallica released their tenth studio album, Hardwired…to Self-Destruct. At least two people alive now were not alive when the previous album, Death Magnetic, came out eight years ago. One of them is my daughter. The other is my other daughter. Both of them can read now (more or less) and both are being subjected…

On the Impending Trumpocalypse

It’s not over but it looks over. The numbers must be wrong. I can’t keep my eyes open, I’m falling asleep in my chair. I have to be up at five for work. I still have hope. Or I’m still in denial. I don’t know. I close the browser on my desktop, call it up…