From Not So Common Life

The Writer’s Journey. This is not a blog. Well, it’s not a blog in the conventional sense. This post in particular isn’t a part of Life as Fiction here either. Maybe you’ve clicked here from that site and noticed that already. Maybe not.  If this makes no sense to you, don’t worry. It’s only an…

Turds of Misery

Every thousand years or so an event so transforming and paradigm shifting occurs that society itself has no choice but to embrace the change or be cast onto the pyre of fateful irrelevance and go quietly into the night. Jesus, Gandhi, Mohamed, Siddhārtha Gautama, Turds of Misery. Don’t scoff here, let’s look at this. Who…

Out of The Darkness

We were three, summoned by the company to chart off reaches of the farthest quadrants, in search of undiscovered wealth. After signing our contract, wherein we were obliged with whom we could trade in company secrets, we were given a name. And with that name, a place where was last said to be the man….

X = 1

1 “The stars must be floating in something, don’t you think? “Questions? “Their gravity pulls hard into their center, trying to absorb everything. Other stars, in other places pull the same, they’re pulling towards each other, certainly they exists too. “And other,… Us? “Proof? “Have you ever been any place other than where you’ve ever…

How I Fit

We live in a world Of tragic design, For most things come slow From sweat over time.   What comes to us fast Is worth so much less, Than what we achieve In toil, and test.   Such wealth we attain By busting our ass, Yet some measure wealth With piles of cash.   Stuff…

Afterlife Promises and a Quick One For the Road

The thurible, laden with charms and smoky as hell, tinkled a soft regular rhythm in the center stage priest’s hands. Golden chains stretched and released, pendulum like with each wave. The thurible’s smoke filled the alter. Its waifs sent streaming across icons and images of the Virgin and her Son, Jesus. Stage left, another priest…

Charlotte Sweeney

Fleshy cheeked Charlotte Sweeney, green vinyl purse chain jangling round her neck, ran through the sand towards the slide. Charlotte, sweet child born to mother Alexandra of father Richmond, loved nothing more than seeing favor in Mum’s eyes. More often than her nine-year-old mind cared to remember, however, Charlotte often saw in those eyes something…

Remembering Being Thirty

  Sanja Marušić – Thought Catalog My attempt to convey the knowledge I’ve gained in the past 30 years, has proven to be more challenging than initially anticipated. It wasn’t simply a matter of listing a series of learning, but prioritising and selecting the most critical ones, that have left a long-lasting imprint on me…

Meat Puppets

On a planet of stone and water: Near the sun of energy and life: In a galaxy cold and alone: Where wanderers roam among unshifting points of light Hurling through an uncaring universe expanding into what may never be known: The meat puppets live…the meat puppet world “The gods did not reveal from the beginning,…

Matter, Chimps, Shit, and the Future

… “one of the hardest questions in science: how matter (in this case the brain) can appear to be influenced by something that does not exist (the future). This is far from trivial.” read more here

Food Processor no Match for 86 Year Old Lebanese Woman

Family sources reported today that Teta, the 86 year old Yasso family matriarch, had reduced a Vitamix professional series 750 food processor to a smoking piece of trash. The Vitamix 750 had performed diligently for nearly two years, longer than any other machine, preparing delicious Hummus, Kibbe, Majedra, and other Lebanese delights in the skilled,…