Status: Finito.

The Other Things.

“Isn’t it funny?” he would ask, not finishing the statement unless I was paying attention.


I held on to more things just from talking to him; less from sitting behind that fucking desk writing notes all day.


“Static — TV snow — moves. It is an oxymoron
at its finest.”


© Don'tFearTheReaper 2015-17
Musings of a dying breed.
  1. clock-in.
    prologue.
  2. Axel.
    hobostess with the mostest.
  3. Boy.
    the evil in the world.
  4. commitment.
    catching sock fairies.
  5. damnation.
    not for the afterlife.
  6. evolve.
    devolution of man.
  7. fabricate.
    belief in lies.
  8. Girl.
    counteracts evil.
  9. hate.
    better to hate yourself.
  10. infliction.
    onto oneself.
  11. joint.
    not like that, Miss Victoria.
  12. killer.
    all around you.
  13. love.
    wink, wink; nudge, nudge
  14. maybe.
    and other unknowns.
  15. naïve.
    of love and other things.
  16. obedience.
    to those above you.
  17. predicament.
    when things are out of your control.
  18. quiet.
    the aftermath of chaos.
  19. ravage.
    tearing everything apart.
  20. sacred.
    something to be cherished.
  21. trust.
    the best in others.
  22. ukulele.
    a devil instrument.
  23. value.
    human life over material.
  24. witness.
    to something purely amazing.
  25. xylitol.
    perhaps a tad bittersweet.
  26. yearn.
    if you want it bad enough.
  27. zygote.
    another beginning.
  28. clock-out.
    epilogue.