End of Day

Night has fallen. Darkness has oozed into the cracks of the old house... the chill damp of the post-winter air has corrupted and warped the ugly noises of the city into sounds that mimic the decaying cries of lost souls. The creatures of the twilight realm stalk the streets, hunting their prey and feasting on the unfortunate. A hideous demon of pitch blackness screams over the wind, its talons raking the gnarled flesh from the barren trees, as it drifts nearer and nearer... and nearer... towards a new, unsuspecting victim...

There... a little dreary imagery for a restless mind... just the thing for a nice creepy dream!

Nighty night!

Morning Coffee

Ever notice how morning coffee starts off so wonderful...?

Even the process of coffee creation is interesting: there is the aroma of the ground beans, the sound of gurgling as the water filters through the maker, the rumble of hissing steam rattling the pipes and valves... all these sensory textures invigorate the body long before the caffeine ever hits.

Then there is that first sip... the heat, the taste - the bitter and sweet melding together - all working in harmony to rouse the slacking sections of the somatic system into sentience once more.

If one could stretch that momentary flash of perfection across the breadth of the day, the world would be a happier place.

But alas...

The moment fades, the coffee cools, and one is left with rancid dregs, a fecal morass of precipitating chemicals, stagnating in the dungeon of a mug... is this not the taste of all existence in the truest form?

Fuck that. While some may read this and be forever lost down the philosophical toilet, I'll just get another cup and remain perky for a little longer... ya just gotta love stimulants in the morning!

Later!

This is only a test...

Hey... just tossing a few words out there...

What?

NASA didn't lead off with "one small step" y'know...