I’m alive when I dream. Tell me when I can go home.

I can’t think my thoughts when Vista damns creativity with 11 point Calibri, day over night over double spaced monotony. In journalism, paragraphs are key. The holy grail of journalistic success, all you need are paragraphs. One or two sentences to express a statement of fact. Kyle Leerie, 23, died when his car crashed into [...]

contacts.

My life is pixelated, populated by unfathomable faces, persons unknown. All day I walk around looking at shoes, hanging my head like it’s chained to Hell, avoiding eye contact as if it conducts a new strain of the black plague. Perhaps wondering, pondering the self-censored cardboard cutouts that frump into and out of my life [...]

the land before time.

Maybe there were dinosaurs. Probably sea cucumbers and Christmas tree needles. Only in the land before time there is no Christmas. There is no twenty fifth. There is just time. getCurrentTime() >> 997345463746392384684575730475730573785026346590 <time units> have elapsed since “startTime”. Why thank you, ambiguous pendulum for maybe something useful. What I really want to know is: [...]

pious about denying a man in clouds

Why doesn’t God fall through that fluff he mounted his kingdom on? he did. i wasn’t raised on my knees in a church, my nose clasped between Gospels. i know about as much of the Lord’s Prayer as our National Anthem. “Oh say can you see by the daunderly light….” i mumbled until i got [...]