Breach I have never written before. Not even to dear old mum, before she, dad and the dog burned down in the decrepit old house I grew up in. Not even a letter to get the stinking job that I've been dragging my ass to every morning for the past 15 years. Every single essay I was assigned in school I stole from some poor sap of a kid who didn't want me to pound his face in every morning. But I'd feel bat-shit crazy telling this to anyone to their face. The looks they'd give me would eat me up inside, and I wouldn't sleep for a week. Fuck that. May 13th, 1987 It happened again. Just about got my head ripped off for it, too. Damn fucking s
The Lay of NidhogNidhogismalThe Lay of NidhogCorey Pentoney1. Loki lay slain spewing life-blood on the grassy plains of generals gods and einherjar fallen and gone to final rest in fair haven above2. World sunk far in waves below came rushing back from waves uncovered lush and rich with raging life anew with few to see what was left3. Heirs of the jotun killing hammer Mjolnir met on green fields finding Blind Hod and beautiful Baldur waiting to regale each other with tales of days long gone and dead4. A man and woman of Midgard-land hight Lif and Lifthraser set to fil
LiveDon't go outside, your skin might fall off. If you stay inside, you'll get seasonal depressionDon't drink soda, you'll catch diabetes. The diet kind is worse, it will give you cancerDon't travel abroad, you'll contract some exotic disease. You can see the Wonders of the World online... Oh, and definitely don't go online, your identity will get thieved.Going to the gym is out of the question, your limbs will fall off from the meningitis. But if you don't work off those Doritos(tm), the heart attack will get youDon't even start to think that you're too good for your job. It's definitely not a dead endDon't see a docto
Curbside I walked up the front steps of his apartment complex, passed the stark white railing that the landlord had installed the week before. I had never seen him like this before, wrapped in a red fleece blanket, puffy eyes. Empty plastic cup on the arm of the chair he had curled himself into slowly moving toward the edge with the rapid tapping movement of his foot, shaking the entire living room. What's wrong? Same old, same old. Same old, same new? I feel empty, like I have no meaning, no purpose. He shrugged and looked away. We discussed and idealized, talking circles around a subject we both new we cou
lEYEbraryA bare light bulb, hanging from a grand and arched ceiling, creaked silently as it imperceptibly swayed back and forth. It's bleary light casting but the wannest of light on the thickly layered dust of the shelves below. Private old books, in piles or alone, kept their bodily secrets close and confidential. Ancient ladders endured moments of inevitability that led to the end of their short lives. In an aisle between bent shelves was an aisle in ancient dust, carved by a mote of human existence. Watchful scrolls on forgotten bottom shelves, with quiet disinterest, noted the girls passing. One-eyed and battered, empty cotton stuffing in a monke
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