I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had imagined this moment so many times. Written stories. Blogged my theories. Argued with reddit idiots. Once I even tried to paint a picture. And almost every night I dreamed about it. Beautiful dreams. Colors swirling. Humming anticipation. And me in the center of it all! Bathed… Continue reading 2020 Strikes Again
The End: Metaphor or Simile?
Metaphor? Simile? Musing as she stared. The future is a swirling suck hole. The future is like a swirling suck hole. Same diff. Either way we’re doomed. Metaphorically tipping her hat to end-times, she cranked Bikini Kill. Drowning out the lie. “Fear not we come in peace.” I clearly am reveling in the dark this… Continue reading The End: Metaphor or Simile?