Captian's Log Smiled 31 Mar 202621 Mar 2026 Looking ahead, I find another shopping trolly in my car's path. Sighing, I pull the emergency break, unbuckle, and open my door. Pushing the cart out of my way, I…
Captian's Log Smiled 30 Mar 202621 Mar 2026 Still, one would wish the world be a little more sensible, I thought crawling into my car, a little less ostentatiously inconstant. Seatbelt, key, engine's roar, mirror, slowly pulling out,…
Captian's Log Smiled 29 Mar 202621 Mar 2026 Was I mad? Was the world? Was this a dream? Why had I smiled, and why had it felt so bitter, that smile I made at the wall and black…
Captian's Log Smiled 28 Mar 202621 Mar 2026 And was it all a dream? The thin, black lettering was gone, the wall clean. There was no sign of a pressure washer or smell of fresh paint. I stopped…
Captian's Log Smiled 27 Mar 202621 Mar 2026 "Have you stopped to smile today?" asked the spray paint, a black scrawl against a white wall. I smiled before I knew it, half-sorry I did. It was not born…
Captian's Log White… 26 Mar 202620 Mar 2026 White. All white. Burning white. Up, down, right, left, all around me, everywhere, nothing but limitless white. My eyes hurt with the soft but ever-present luminosity, but my eyes wouldn't…
Captian's Log Cinder’s Nest 25 Mar 202619 Mar 2026 Sweet are the faces smiling now, sweet in their blind rapture. Sweet are the nods, and sweet their squinting eyes, approval for all that they despise. I will destroy, I…
Captian's Log Beyond 24 Mar 202618 Mar 2026 Written the morning before returning to work after being sick: Beyond the fever, beyond the dream,beyond death's cold and bitter gleam,beyond the shadows, beyond the night,beyond all this, I see…
Captian's Log Home Again 23 Mar 202617 Mar 2026 For all of that, they could not die. The blood poured from the bone-deep gashes of the eviscerated and faceless corpses which hung and swayed overhead. The mutilated and shapeless…
Captian's Log Left or Right 22 Mar 202617 Mar 2026 Smiling Satan offers two handsa sin to the right, or a sin to the left.How little man understandswhen of the good he's bereft.Set your eye on the gooda star for…
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