Paper Cut Scenario ⋅ 41
There is no God, and I am his Prophet.
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Few Years In in The eye of every storm
I scooped you up New camera lenses in the eye of a new photographer the exposure is real: you see me and I see you there is no filter yet at that moment we were beautiful slaves to the cusps of l...
Dissociation in The eye of every storm
There is a hell and I’ve paid the price of admission A coin-eyed soul lost in transition And I never promised this disease I never asked you please I just said I do. I just said I love you. All t...
Crows In The Nest in The eye of every storm
I no longer feel you, no longer fear you I’ve worked overtime in your cancer factories- Lived with those lies to make those loose ends meet I’ve taken all my chances And still I’m missing steps A...
The Dusk In Us in The eye of every storm
I was so naive and fearful of the substantive Of the greying days, of carrying endless weight And what it really meant to truly mean something To really be someone who could be loved So lost in d...
Tell me your sins.... in The eye of every storm
Well. Here it is. I’m really depressed. I don’t know or understand why. I have an amazing job, an amazing wife, and amazing friends. I think the six surgeries last year (and the one upcoming ...
A Subsequent Navigation in The eye of every storm
The water’s dark, an oil slick across the expanse, ever growing and there is no end in sight. Land, solid ground, is a distant memory. It’s been awhile since I’ve stood on terra firma. The onl...
My Collection Thus Far in Spin The Black Circle
Last July, when my wife (then fiancee) was out of town visiting my parents after going through some tough times after losing her job (they’re teachers and had the summer off, and I ....well, I ha...
Orion in The eye of every storm
Orion appears from the east, arrow taut and upward, frozen solid in a motionless image millions of years old, and we’re just now seeing him, connecting the dots into a hunter, into a warrior. It...
Cursed in The eye of every storm
all the cursed things one of them is me in an old tomb blood spilt on a rune say it’s not so i must atone pissed off a witch she took all my bones
Some Heavy Weight. in The eye of every storm
I didn’t go to work today. The winds, they lashed through the pouring rain. And the morning fog makes the train horn sound a little louder than its ever been. I saw the earth tilt inside your ...
Why I Love Florida in The eye of every storm
I walked out of Florida. It took me almost 1300 miles, a friend named Robin, and a greyhound bus to somewhere close to the Appalachian Trail, and several other friends to pin point that exact l...
A Slight Nod to Freedom in The eye of every storm
The Fourth of July finds my wife hunched over a whisk bowl, ceaselessly churning a mixture of cocoa, flour, baking powder, and other various ingredients into a form slightly thicker than freshly ...
So this happened.... in The eye of every storm
Ol’ Paper Cut Scenario got hitched.
Totally never been married before in The eye of every storm
I’m nervous. I mean lump in your throat nervous, like you’re about to get in big trouble and don’t know what to do- nervous. It’s not like that, though. The lump in my throat is not from somet...
I've got a feeling on my back, a jigsaw falling into place in The eye of every storm
I was going to write about 2016. It sucked. I had both of my toes excavated for gange green treasure. My hip had a hole drilled into it, through my leg bone, to introduce new marrow growth bec...
The Year in Review, Snapshot 1 in The eye of every storm
January 02: I’m sitting on a strange chair with my foot propped up. A nurse removes the bandage from my large right toe. I don’t look. There’s so much blood. The way my toenails regrew aft...
Dancing In The Dark in The eye of every storm
Doctor John Watson. Doctor John Watson is a dog, With floppy ears and he smells really bad. He is a doooooggggg. Doctor John Watson. Doctor John Watson is a dog. Thanks for reading that. Now rer...
A Brief Moment of Clarity in The eye of every storm
Currently: Chopin’s Nocturne in E flat minor resonates throughout the house. The Noctures. The Fugues. They are the death before something more. They are frenzied in their scope. The barricade...
These Are The Beautiful Things in The eye of every storm
Cut to scene: It’s Spring. April Spring. The sky is blue above, and there are clouds sailing sideways across the expanse. I look up, place my hand over my eyes to block the sunlight. The cl...
This Is How the Story Ends in The eye of every storm
Hospital room’s brown. Tiles are brown with little brown flecks. On the wall, there’s a banister either to hold yourself or prevent gurney’s from crashing through the drywall. It’s brown. Thi...
My Vincent Van Gogh Costume in The eye of every storm
Started working on my Van Gogh. I think its coming together nicely. It’s attention to detail that really makes it stand out.
We've Got Plans for Your Plans in The eye of every storm
It’s been awhile since we’ve talked. Maybe we’re estranged, like exes that never broke up. We just stopped seeing one another, you and I. Honestly, I don’t have a desire to write anymore. Thi...
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there in The eye of every storm
and I must be insane to go skating on your name and by tracing it twice i fell through the ice of alice. I covered a tom waits song. you should listen to it. I think I like it. https://w.soundc...
MPKII in The eye of every storm
Well. I bought this thing. I’ve never had one of these. One of the hardest aspects of the damn thing is just learning the computer software behind it. What happened to just playing the damn pi...
The Year of The Monkey (or how we lost everything) in The eye of every storm
Joe Scali was the great Italian uncle I never had. He was brilliant, graduating first in his class from the Music Conservatory of Chicago. He could play every instrument as well as he could dri...
