Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Do you ever go into a restaurant and say to yourself, “I am so hungry, I’m starving,” and vow to get whatever you want, including dessert, but then, ordered something sensible and healthy instead, because, you know, you’re an adult and need to take care of your body?
Yeah, me, neither.
You ever get the urge to shuck it all, just run away and find some place where you think you can enjoy life more as it’s meant to be, and start fresh as someone else?
Yeah, me, neither.
Have you even been perusing the news, and come across an article with a title like, “21 great pizzas in 21 San Francisco neighborhoods,” and think, “Oh, my god, I could eat a pizza RIGHT NOW,” and then your stomach rumbles in agreement?
Yeah, me, neither.
Do you ever hear someone refer to plastic silverware? Do you ever ask them, “Why is the plastic silverware white?”
Yeah, me, neither.
He always kept a clean house and well-maintained yard. He cleaned his car inside and out in all the seasons, creating a shiny beacon to others. This would be his legacy, he realized, as death’s shadow shaded his light: a clean house, a clean car, and a well-maintained yard.
That’s how he’d be remembered.
Keep breathing, keep writing. Deep breath; here we go.
Is anyone thinking about trying to use an electric ink pen to create a jack o’ lantern this year?
Yeah, me, neither.
I’m also not imaging the things you could try to do with electric ink pens for Christmas.
Sometimes it just sledgehammers into me: I don’t care anymore.
The hammer swings into me out of weariness, bitterness, and lethargy. I think it’s always swinging into me, but most days, or some part of the day, I can raise my shields and ward off the blows. But then I reach that point where the drums begin from Phil Collins’ song, and I’m singing with it, “I don’t care anymore.” Singing that song releases my negative energy and girds me to begin again.
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