CVIII


Fire lit by tonsillitis stalls the candlestick vendor. This is a flame that must be conquered with a knife, non-invasive procedures simply won’t cut it. Go under and collect anesthesia-fueled dreams that won’t be remembered until a moment in another dreaming state (which will also be forgotten until consciousness melds with chaos and uploads all Continue reading CVIII

CVII


Picture a rogue squadron of down-filled pencil pushers coordinating a squalid attempt at what they believe to be a most fertile salad dressing, but what we know to be a seasonal jaunt through the woods in search of pine cones shaped like Abe Lincoln. Gettysburg hasn’t been relevant for some time now, but that doesn’t Continue reading CVII

CVI


The freeloading, lance tossing, hand jiving, bank robbing, heavy lifting, double dipping, chain smoking, dry heaving and life-living individual spent his time in the service of other people, content to take a backseat to the callous know-it-alls who tossed their rhetoric around the block in bite-sized snippets designed to appease the masses and challenge nobody Continue reading CVI

Meanwhile, in the Depths of Space [II]


The megalith atop a mound of frozen butter has begun to lean. The wind–an opponent of this lonely monument’s verticality over the past several days–has finally managed to noticeably move the giant. Now it’s only a matter of time before that butter melts, leaving no margin for error and dooming the poor behemoth to horizontality Continue reading Meanwhile, in the Depths of Space [II]

CV


Today I flattened a screwdriver with only the power of my mind. All I had to do was look at it with the intent to change its physical properties, and BAM, flatter than a doornail (that’s been flattened, that is). In my short time of having this ability–two weeks this Saturday–I’ve flattened objects big and Continue reading CV