“October Lust”
love in a laundromat where two people decide to share something about themselves, and choose to face an uncertain fate in the darkness of All Hallows Eve, with monsters and demons everywhere to tempt that fate.
2008 April
queue of the damned.
a quirky story about the conflicting relationships between lovers and friends waiting to find out something new about themselves and where they are going. the stops along the way are meant to show them positive change, but sometimes even that fails to pan out.
Rusty’s Wrongs.
a sexual deviant works to understand the flawed methods to finding love, with bouts of intoxication and casual sex and diseases in-between, oh my.
tormented psyche of nicholas shard
the sequences in the story of schizophrenic Nicholas Shard and his shattered worldview. problems with isolation, madness, and the occasional dis-orderly that chooses to stand in his way. the doctors can’t control what they can’t cure.
witnesses.
the future, hard and cold, after a new apocalypse to prevent the progress of humanity dead in its tracks. a manmade monster moves from place to place to destroy what is left while a new mutant civilization rises up in its wake, and the remnants of the old order dwells deep underground amid inbred power struggles. where the three shall meet only the end will resolve.
Quote of the Month; April….2008
“A free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular.”
~Adlai Stevenson; politician and diplomat.
session zero-one; punishment of pressure
5:39 pm…the acoustic guitar is being replaced from my hands into the next good citizen, and so that means that while I do have it in my possession, I must write the tracks to push my skills into new vistas of imagination and understanding the world around me…last night began the compiling and writing process for spare tracks, recorded seven total, and realized decent combinations of each of them in turn…used a slide for the two tracks, and happened to distort the last two tracks even though only one is marked as ‘distort’…no plans to write tonight, but I do have the opportunity to change my mind on that one particular detail, I need to use my time wisely…10:12 pm…guitar (acoustic) returned safely to rightful owner…a few tracks recorded, and now I need to go through them to weed …
shite’s happening.
the end of zero is when the summit of greatness is truly, and finally, reached. what desires lie there to be enjoyed, bared to the naked eye once and for all, but with the dangling label of some serious consideration beforehand. the dollar sign is neatly attached with the core becoming bitter like rotten fruit, and hard to swallow for those not intimately involved. the disasters fail by degrees of catastrophe, and we all seem to “jones” for the next random fix to be had, while gathering the required knowledge to ascend beyond our roots. we become the extremity, and our utility is weighed and massed over the course of the pendulous swing of eternity. a chrono trigger pulled to let loose the varying multitudes of existence that waits within the box, and the shot rings loud and deafeningly …
searching the cells.
the distorted pace became enough to blur the sights to see. the overwhelming feelings became the nemesis to interests yet to be seen. the faster this would go on, the more perpetual this whole situation felt, and the striking way the information assimilated into the emotions known was a powerful way to put a person on a train. all were strangers on a train gliding through time zones and peaceful serenities all in the same instants. mutants clung to the cities these days, with all of their helpless parasitic ladder-climbing, but the far country allowed for more freedom of movement for those willing to go the miles it took. sometimes the corporate wheels move quicker than the train because the wealth is in the knowledge of the symbols that it would take, and their use in the restructuring of …