Captian's Log Hypocrisy, Faith, Memes, and Language 21 Dec 201821 Dec 2018 Well, the man told me to write about hypocrisy. It seemed important to him as he repeated the idea throughout our conversation today. I had mentioned how I like to…
Captian's Log Cities in Orbit 20 Dec 201820 Dec 2018 The great cities have forgotten their mystery. In the airborne skyscrapers no one recalls the time before, recalls the harsh world escaped. But the dreamer dreams, and his thoughts alight:…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Standing) 19 Dec 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: A freighted panic seizes his body, and face to face, he dumbly stares into that predator’s snarl. Yet what relief: the hunter sighs to see…
Captian's Log Scribbler’s Counsel 18 Dec 2018 There was a provocative bit of graffiti I saw today, something a cut above the vulgar scribblings and meaningless images to which I have grown accustomed: It was a theological…
Captian's Log Cloudy Moon 17 Dec 201817 Dec 2018 The dark clouds rolled over the moon like a woman’s lacy garment, covering and yet not covering, inviting the eye to search the deeper mysteries. The moon was still the…
Captian's Log As in Life 16 Dec 2018 In my little corner of Hell, they’ve strapped me to an old and uncomfortable, wooden chair. The restraints have torn through my skin to the bone, and my flesh is…
Captian's Log Picture: Cities in Orbit 15 Dec 201815 Dec 2018 I was remembering to my sister this evening how, as a child, I would draw passive aggressively. You may not think that possible, but I found a way. I have…
Captian's Log Flying Cars 14 Dec 2018 Driving around today, I saw a car leap into the air. It happened right in front of me. It was a dark and stormy night, visibility low, and the driver…
Captian's Log Reason and Creation 13 Dec 2018 While I was distracted, a veritable thought passed through my mind. It was rather quick, and possibly hoped it could sneak by me. Ha! I wrestled it to the…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Rose 12 Dec 2018 (I am too tired to finish this tonight. Please enjoy a rough Draft and a cliff hanger.) As I lay dying, she walked me through her garden. Where I was,…
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