If only my shoes hadn’t come untied at the Ralph’s

If only I avoided tripping over that bag of oranges

If only I hadn’t used that elderly woman to pad my fall

If only...

This is Captain James Lyron of the 2771st Tactical Strike Squad. Due to the effects of the anomaly, I’m currently unable to contact HQ and will be recording these audio messages and tagging them for auto-download just in case someone out there or out then is able to find them.

To be honest, I’m not must of a journaling type. I can barely keep up with using a day planner on a consistent basis. ...

An energy uncanny randomly strikes in the night

Tired eyes become locked and thus unable to close

Thoughts soon caught in the net of an undesired time loop

Another specter now wanders lost amongst twilight...

Your sandy surface conforms to the shape of my backside as I make an attempt to reflect.

Your waves consistently carry their laughter ashore along with the realization that I have never been able to relax.

Your gulls cry in the winds above as they mourn my unquiet mind....

Now if you’ll turn your bio-stasis jars to the right, you’ll find the site of the old Smorglins estate. And while the ruins of this lakeside home are overrun with 500 years of growth, the stone statue of its patriarch stands just as tall as it has done for generations. He greets every sunrise with a stoic smile and a mighty salute from the spatula in his hand.

Now many have asked me “why do you a...

Look at that guy. Socks and sandals, really? Why is his hat so big? Is he trying to set some sort of world record for “number of weird stains on an old sweatshirt”?

Actually, don’t just look at him, smell him too. Did you catch that aroma on the air? No, that’s not some ironic new fragrance or eu de toilette, he just smells like a bag of day old donuts and week old scrambled eggs.

He sounds awf...

Behold my angst set free upon this page

Buried between metaphors of hurt and rage

The pen issues a pardon then sets it free

To mingle again with a new source of misery

In a few days I’ll go back and reflect

Problems are problems in any dialect...

There are tales of the lost colonies that attempted to settle in what would eventually be called America. Legends involving the lost colony of Roanoke still find their way into modern pop culture. There’s an appeal to these unsolved mysteries of colonial America.

But there’s one colony that you won’t hear about on any local historical tour of the Boston area. It’s not that they won’t tell you abo...

The Neuralink was finally online. I could feel the augment’s influence coursing through my mind like the jolt of a strong caffeine high. Thoughts by the dozen were happening at the same time, like whispers bouncing around different places inside my skull.

So far this was a good sync. A bad sync with a new NL could cause a surge of cascading data and my head to explode.

Having an apartment full ...

It isn’t right as we all can see

You creep around and say that it’s free

Just let it go as these lies spell doom

Your stolen donut from the break room...