I don't think the sky could figure out what shade it wanted to wear today. It seems hesitantly content playing host to grey clouds, backlit by a fluorescent sun I can't see, reminding me of the vacant glow of a slide projector lacking an image to beam.
In Search of Summer School
I'll admit it. I'm one of those people who has a tendency to overthink things, argue for and against a point or an objective until I'm purple in the face.
Apocalyptic Optimists
Don't you just hate it when you can't successfully trace the genealogy of a particular quote, one that's been bangin' around inside your head?
Galactic Mocha
You know how some movies are purportedly historical? Inspired by actual events is the tagline I'm recalling. Well, consider this post basically the same. These things actually happened, but I'm going to take liberties with the prose to make it more readable, more blog worthy, if you will.
Read The Damn Article
I was once returning home from a day trip to Sydney, BC, when I passed the billboard for a local used-car dealership. "Sometimes when following the masses, the 'M' is silent," it declared, suggesting that conformism in certain cases equals idiocy.
Florescence
It's been a while since my last post. In retrospect, I look back upon it as being of somewhat dubious literary value, something more akin to what the British might call a quota-quickie; a literal means to an end.
Into LA
I'm tired by the time the wings begin to deform, flaps extending, the engines perspiring columns of heat that warp the image of the earth below, lending a diorama like perspective on the office towers clawing into the sky. I can see bodegas, corner stores, tennis courts, all rushing up to see me.
