When I was a hundred
When I was a hundred, I was fearless.
every word
Brandy Alexander
Pervis was irritated by the admonishment, and instead of the Brandy Alexander he had anticipated, out of sheer schoolboy spite, he made himself a straight bourbon.
The Trouble With Transoms
No one else around seemed to mind or notice that the girl was not standing on the floor, or sitting in a very high chair.
Merrily Along We Go
not seeing anything, but the things we wanted to see.
Anoxia
I never wanted to be here, but now that I’m here, I don’t want to leave.
Floating away and thinking I’m happy, but I’M not.
AI
I walked across a memory, and fell into a forgotten place; it was a lapse in memory. I’ve hurt myself. As I climb to the edge of the cranial recall.
Blaspheme
life is strife and to survive it too long is the true “hell.”