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I remain...
Today, I turn 42. I feel very tired, very much the old man, probably even older than my age suggests. The work, the cost of it, the damages & the sacrifices made: the lines, the creases, the deep irregular scars. It's all there on my face. A lot of loss, a degree of pensiveness, and a degree of experience. Nothing ever seems to be over & done with ( Read more... ) -
I've ben gone for much too long...
To be honest, I originally used Livejournal to clarify my thoughts, back when that was helpful... but these days, I can just write my thoughts on my bedroom walls, so a journal has become irrelevant for that purpose. Therefore, the modified purpose then is to sort out my fictional writings. -
Day 9:The oldest ghost story still told...
I'm referring to Hamlet. It's kind of a medieval horror story- complete with murder, incest, ghost, revenge, insanity, contemplation of looming death, failed murder plots & the utter decimation of all corrupt influences at the end while the hero still dies tragically- not too shabby for what originally was a play ( Read more... ) -
Domicile: Submerged
Later that same day, Ralph Balmont lay passed out on the floor of his kitchen, stomach crammed with processed foods.
Ralph's eyes snapped open to reveal a dark, warm place he couldn't immediately define. Putting his hand down, he felt his palm smoosh into something soft & wet. It was only after withdrawing it reflexively, he realized whatever it ( Read more... ) -
Domicile: Bitches can move on down the road
A long walk begins with a first step, each consecutive step takes a person on a transformative journey further down their path to its ultimate fulfillment; this thought brought Ralph some comfort as he entered the 2nd hour of his long, sweaty journey of lugging a cardboard box full of groceries in the morning sun. The heat was rising fast, and ( Read more... ) -
Domicile: This is the Way we go to church
When Ralph Balmont arrived at Our Lady of the Worthless Miracle Church, the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon. Lovejoy was daydreaming when Ralph Balmont approached his registration table ( Read more... ) -
Domicile: We'll Go Outside
Ralph staggered on in the darkness of the early morning hours, half sleepwalking & half correcting his faultering gait. He felt awful, like absolute shit. In his mind, the words of an old veteran he'd overhead at the local labor hall one morning kept playing in his head, wherein he described two POW's as looking like "miserable beaten dogs, covered ( Read more... ) -
Domicile: 1st Floor (Kitchen)
In his thought, Ralph Balmont lost track of time; when he finally returned to the kitchen, everyone was gone. There on the counter was a small photograph. Ralph picked it up, only to stare back at himself. It was a picture of him back when he was only 8 years old. The gentle, innocent boy full of life stared back at him. Ralph turned the photo over ( Read more... ) -
Domicile: 1st Floor (Back Porch)
Having said his peace, Ralph Balmont walked out of the kitchen, holding his jug of sweet tea. He walked through a small dining room, meant for more private dinners, to a double door on the far side of the room. Undoing the latches at the top & bottom of the double doors, Ralph turned the handles and almost effortlessly opened them to reveal a ( Read more... ) -
Domicile: 1st Floor (Kitchen)
Ralph Balmont strolled into the kitchen & opened the refrigerator, surveying the drinks available that Charles had set on display- and to Ralph, it looked like they had been set on display, which he thought was a bit peculiar- and after looking them over one by one, Ralph closed the door, and opened a cabinet door, revealing a jug of sweet tea he'd ( Read more... )
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