Adam’s Rib
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘Eden’s end with manufractured missile precision
the bargaining for earthly destruction
a caption in time, a particle, a bubble
created without rhyme or reason…’
BOOM!
A scream coming from about twenty different sorority sisters bakes my eardrums with a pleasant tingle. They immediately pulled out fake-jeweled cell phones with words like ‘princess’ and ‘hotty’ written on the back in big pink letters. Well, it looks like the authorities were being informed. So, let’s go for shock number two. Push down on left joystick. BOOM! First floor, oh, that one was close. I could feel that dust cloud!
Quote of the Month; May….2009.
“By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.”
~ Franz Kafka; german-bohemian author and philosopher.
a challenge failed?…
out of Context;
‘this has been a learning experience for me, and I hope you stick with me through my phases of writing…’
Last Day
Phone is ringing once again. That thing has gone off five times already. Don’t get all upset just because the fucking phone wasn’t picked up and the poor bastard on the other end didn’t feel like listening to how shitty your life is. He’s positive your life does suck worse than any have sucked in the history of human occupation on Earth. Of course, and this merits multiple sessions of whining on the talky-talk.
Get a hammer and destroy this cursed idol.
Dreams
It’s father took a sandwich off the table, opened the child’s fractured face, placed the food within the shiny red pulp, then shut the bloody flaps sealing the head.
streams experiment 1
but it is my highway the highway men the highway brood the highway stream the highway hypnotism mocking adjustments to mirrors and seats. of course you’ll be uncomfortable. it’s summer time on the coast and your AC sucks the gas out. alternate. take in the view. show the road you knew what you knew.