As I sat inside my local diner, sipping a coffee and wine, I listened to the music from the jukebox. Wonderful, wonderful music flowing slowly, so that I could hear the humming at my fingertips. Graceful, graceful heavy metal... Like empty ribbons of lead that ground in a strangely harmonious melody, swinging back and forth through his bones, again and again. I sighed and sighed, thinking I could hear my brain buzz and my eyes water and my heart scream out in pleasure. Ah, yes! The dully lit jukebox playing random notes, placing those strangely chaotic, fast, screaming notes in glorious melody. Nostalgia rippled down my spine while I thought about grand pianos and the flickering color of blue screens. I went up to the bartender, a fat, gross man who could barely stand up, and ordered a round of drinks for myself. Drinking and drinking those grand martinis and gross little olives out of the cup, I felt a shock of bliss and transcendental emotion that pumped through my shriveled heart
A series of books, stories, that I've made on the internet and spread around somewhat, that I'm trying to gather right here, right now in this current blog location. Some of these stories are genuine trash, but some of the stuff is interesting, sometimes alluring... Maybe...