Trade your bargaining chip for a more delectable pinch of tapestry elegance, and you shall not be disappointed by any stretch of the imagination.
If you were to equate greasy rocketmen with my finger’s propensity to bend at a right angle, you would likely lose your audience. Forget about all the logical connections you can make with such a pairing (believe me, there are many!). To adequately explore the significance of this analogy requires an astute willingness to digress … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2015 — X: Digress from the Logical Path
In the intricate salamander hideaway lurks Slippery Willie, hellbent on picking apart all of my hard-earned plot twists for no reason other than his own amusement. He’s always two steps ahead of me.
How many hymnals does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Boron is an element of surprise (to me at least). Take a caper and toss it into the lake, and what do you get? Litter. Stitch together a frame of bumblebee polish to hyphenate round regret in perpetuity (for posterity). Jimbo is a very old soul, but chooses not to show the beatings he’s endured … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2015 — VII: Element of Surprise
Sigmund Freud told me in a dream that all things are to be the way they have always been for the sake of humanity and the underwritten malady of our species. I took his words more as anecdotal than anything, and continued washing the windshield of my car with vigorous clockwise scrubbing patterns. Those damn … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2015 — VI: The Underwritten Malady of our Species; Proper Neighborhood Etiquette
Stencil in the fairy mist Tarzan aroma for the paradise of the Ganges stallion. We may not signify just what it is that allows us to circumvent the traditional symmetry, but we can try, can’t we? No, we mustn’t try, that would only cause heartbreak and serious malaise for a time where we do not … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2015 — V: For the Paradise of the Ganges Stallion
Jimbo handles the hammer as though he’d been meant to take on such responsibilities before he was even born. Of course, this is a preposterous notion. No human is predestined to wield implements created by other humans in a bygone era, at least not evolutionarily so. But try telling that to Jimbo as he pounds … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2015 — IV: Nail After Superfluous Nail
Step on it, rampart peddler. You may have the acuity to build a company like this from the ground-up, but I can see how you’re pulling those strings. You don’t have to tell me to keep quiet, mister. All you need to do is grease the wheels of justice, and I’ll be rolling my way … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2015 — III: Rampart Peddler; The Sleazy Details
Who even much cares for rudimentary road maps and hackery imported from the minds of drudgenous drones? Refinement falls to the critics, does it? You put something out and get an issue in return, to be repeated ad infinitum for the good of the paying public and the pauper poet. Filth– perpetrated by years of … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2015 — II: Bubbling Babblers
Near and dear to our trough and crest wavelength sits a swallow of indeterminate proportion (likely due to a lack of perspective). It coos the way only a swallow can, taking all of its learning into account— that’s right, all twenty-seven hours and sixteen minutes of learning administered by its very own mother before unexpectedly … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2015 — I: The Swallow