This was a concept for a book, but as with all things that emerged back then at the close of the analogue world -- stillborn.ForwardThe country was relatively quiet. The U.S.S.R. had fallen, and "The Bear" behind Castro had made the 90-mile buffer between Key West and Cuba an occasion for sentimentality. It was a time when the preoccupation was for the best...
So He said, "I am The Light;"And so, the was The Darknes,As opposed to what it had been:The AllFor an unbounded eternity.Suddenly, He gazed into The Darkness,Transfixed — enchanted, untilHe, himself, is in it.All full of desire;Lost in the daydreams of expectations;Amidst those for whom it has never occurred:This, right here, is enough;Even, notwithstanding,The Darkness.Go play in the dirt,And be comforted,that The Light...
It could be unbounded; un-complex,Honest and close,open,all of which is unusual for me.I forsee an uninterrupted horizon,sublime connection,easy kindness and caring … fulfilling,all of which I could get used to… at last.I confess:I am love-bombing;But, since you are the balm,It'll likely unfold like an eternal flame.Or, at the very least,Like the unknown soldierwho, despite it all,made an indelible mark on the fabric of...
Her eyes glower at me, trying to contort into condemnation:"How dare you take the chicken-wings away, JC!""We finished them.""To the bone!?!""Grissel and all," I say, nudging the half-filled glass of white wine at her while trying to re-spark the spliff in my lips.Etc., etcetera:And, yes! for sure! I'd forsake tobacco for a solid chance at kissing her for hours on-end. What fool wouldn't.But,...
"#TwilightChildren or #TwilightofTheChildren? ... Band Name … with the hashtag and everything,” she said. “#TwilightChildren … Esquire!"She was on a roll tonight, picking up handfuls of sand. It was past two in the morning. The sand spilled out of her long, delicate fingers partly on to my face."I like it.” I said with forced enthusiasm. “How about: ‘#ChickenOfTheSea’ — with the hashtag like...
