NaPoWriMo 2015 — X: Digress from the Logical Path


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

NaPoWriMo 2015 — VI: The Underwritten Malady of our Species; Proper Neighborhood Etiquette


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

NaPoWriMo 2015 — V: For the Paradise of the Ganges Stallion


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

NaPoWriMo 2015 — IV: Nail After Superfluous Nail


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

NaPoWriMo 2015 — III: Rampart Peddler; The Sleazy Details


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