At noon the next day, Charlie found himself in what was without doubt the most unusual situation in his life, certainly his death. He found himself sitting front stage center in a massive auditorium facing a sea of reporters. Well over one hundred men and woman sat and stood before him, all staring, cameras clicking [...]
Try and convince me you couldn’t go for a cookie right this second.
Los Campesinos! – Romance is Boring Wales hipsters trade in clever optimism for clever heartbreak. Los Campesinos! made their high-energy debut two years ago with a pair of albums about six months apart: Hold on Now, Youngster… and We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed. These immediately made them critical darlings of the indie press, showing [...]
Only a once in a while thing. Too often can ruin the magic it bestows. Feel the netting rustling against my legs as I walk. Swishing back and forth, giving sound and volume and courage. It is soft and feminine, Bright and full of strength, Only needing to be called forth. As it hangs in [...]
Everyone gave their best but no one could remove the rider’s block from the middle of the road. It blocked the town from the cemetery, clogged the only artery unto death. This was an event some might think to be a trivial matter, but the town had dead to bury, winter had come. The earth [...]
Templeton opened the massive wooden door leading to his office and ushered Charlie inside. He walked in and was taken aback at the sheer size of the room. At the far end, a single panoramic window allowed for a sweeping view of the park across the street and the imposing capital building on its opposite [...]
“Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted” – Hassan i Sabbah, through the pen of William S. Burroughs. To begin, a story: Two 20-somethings walked up to the customer service desk at work a few days ago. They were both dressed all in black, the guy in what I’d call ‘casual gothic’, black jeans and a [...]
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Pretty reaps disaster and finds her way back inside her pills. Her frown is swallowed into laughter, and Pretty’s crown is thorns. Her farewell smile dissolves her parent’s doubt, She’s well, yet all but living, asphyxiated from the world. Twisted and tattered, She is tortured and tempted, Pretty’s thinking ugly thoughts.
It was an ordinary Saturday morning for 10 yr. old Tony Cordova- a day full of endless potential, matched only by the exuberance and impatience of the young boy waiting for it to begin. Dad was still sleeping in the motel bedroom so Tony tried to be as quiet as possible while he got himself some Captain Crunch [...]