Chapter One: i wrote it online.

The night was typo and loud enough too by far.

The favorite heiro long dead,  All looked for a new lead. They blamed the best of them. They, the one very best of them. Blame pulls no ratings now and here, not right then. A new recovery, a new tactic taken - you saw that coming. The strict story adhered to, in absence of agreement.
The action finally set upon, the sleepy TV station came to play. Everybody caught on with it, rode it along to fame. Everybody. Yawn.

"The one to one benefit concert for the children of willowbrook is Sold out." the alternate resort, the alternate radio that is, came to say.

After work, she settled in. Put the book on. It was going to be a long night.

Yes i use the sidewalk

Yes I use the sidewalk ,
it's true. I don't always drive.
Where there's no sidewalk even
I might walk in the street.

Am I the Only One Who Loves

Am I the only one who loves the weather 
when the weather's not around?

when there's no more weather, I'm the
only one.

i have to tell you about my shirt. 
I
m being paid to.

Everybody's Single

Everybody's single handed heart stab everybody's golden watch.
Everybody. 
I am off the opinion of the wall I am theodicy's everybody.
Everybody.

murder of She Who Moved in Celluloid Only

murder of your dark mistress
she who moved in celluloid only
she pre-advancement blue

murder and your own end in her defense
.
the murderer then at large.

Revenge

and Exultations


the daughter has risen
sibling to none, orphaned, and righteous

the murderer encased in a horror net wrapped over and spun to cement. such visions to endure forever. beyond justice, pure judgement, and on parade to dissuade others

foul Hell invited in by the blood evidence of a dull punk's felonies.

Trafficking in Mannequins

Trafficking in mannequins, a terrible clown game. Jugglers turned hustlers, what was our nature - and what is nature to such as us? The heroes were unspeakable, it's even been said. I'm an early model, wooden at worst, sturdy yet prone to crack.

Stepping past our first dance direct to our last, we fell upon the interior mountaintop, legs entwined, and rose akimbo.

Her accent faint but fetching, her attachment indiscernible, her mouth an endless moment away,  I shied down the site of our snide, dry romance. On occasion I try to catch her fiberglass eye. Even now, she sometimes blinks.