Relaying information.
Questions? Concerns?
Questions? Concerns?
Hair experiments
Textual Vomit
“ I used to beat up all the kids on the block. I used to confiscate their marbles, snatch them up! ”
“ I have thought it my duty to exhibit things as they are, not as they ought to be. ”
Alexander Hamilton
The Gaps Inbetween
There was a beginning.
It was beautiful. Alive, stimulation from the top to the bottom. You couldn’t breathe. Words happened in a instant, and moments even faster. The world was yours and you held it like a marble, ready to be dropped at any instant. Possibly caught again.
And then there was a middle
Vague. No color. Bland. Those faces that brought smiles bring nothing. Not even shame. Every guest should bring a present, but these never got the memo. Why wake up if there’s nothing to look forward to? You ask yourself this every morning. You never have an answer. There’s the bus, start running, the day won’t finish itself off.
When the end came they said it was too soon.
Sadly, it might have come just at the right time.
