The ironic thing is that the comedian understood very little about what it took to make people laugh; joy was not a concept he had grasped.
I guess you could call it revenge, but revenge was just an excuse to spread destruction and hurt.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Jack the Brick liked his old life of standing still and holding up the wall, and he very much disliked this new life of flipping through the air and smashing through the window.
The sky above the farm was crackling with electricity; it was the color of a television tuned to a dead channel, but we all felt the hair on our arms and neck spring to startled life.
Through the safety shield, between the hissing blocks of ice, I could see the being we called "Xavier" repairing himself with bizarre tools this world has never seen.
Monday, June 13, 2011
“He lived till he died,” normally a phrase of comfort, but now once spoken feel upon the room and left only sadness of time misspent.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
It's cancer. Malignant. Terminal. I'm going to die. Time to go tell my shithead boss to fuck off.
All of this would be copied, collated, stapled, and filed... metaphorically speaking, of course.
Deborah put the lotion in the basket without complaint. She absolutely did not want the hose again.
THE WORST DAY IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE started innocently enough: with a cup of coffee and a strawberry cereal bar.
He watched the mushroom cloud bloom over Boise. That should take a big chunk out of the evil potato army.
