A Case Of The Wibbly Wobbilies

Time. A swirling vortex of mass, substance, and neon luminescent gas. Ever-changing, evolving, turning itself inside and out. A chameleon and a con man. The good guy and the villain. The hero and the arch-nemesis. All-consuming and apathetic. It is everything and it is nothing at all. An illusion. A game. A lie, but oneContinue reading “A Case Of The Wibbly Wobbilies”

The Meaningless Meaning Of An Outbreak Monkey

“Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.” ― Henry Miller I’ve been stuck in a time loop for a few weeks so maybe this is coming from a place of madness, loneliness, or too much alone time with my demons. Isolated in my eight hundredContinue reading “The Meaningless Meaning Of An Outbreak Monkey”

A Discovery Of Locution

Words are hard. That’s it, that’s all I wanted to say so, good night. I should probably write more than fourteen words, right? Oo, look at that, I’m at twenty-three…No Thirty. Can I just fill up this entire post with a running word count? Has anyone done that? If so: ballsy. Has anyone read thatContinue reading “A Discovery Of Locution”

Nothing But An Alien Etch-A-Sketch

“I remember a friend many years ago who had taped a sign to his refrigerator: There’s a dream dreaming us. If you try to think about what that means it makes your mind silly, but that silliness is good.”  ― Natalie Goldberg, Wild Mind: Living the Writer’s Life I’ve often wondered if I’m just aContinue reading “Nothing But An Alien Etch-A-Sketch”