2006-08-21 23:22:53 ET He had solved Zeno's paradox while falling out of the twenty third story window. It's funny how clear things get when they pertain to you. Take his impending death at the face of the pavement - it was inevitable. He wasn't really moving towards it, he was simply making it more and more likely to happen. There are no halfway points. There are only odds. And the whole situation was quite odd. After all he had no intention of dying. It's just that, in his half-awake sleep state, he had managed to pick the wrong door for the bathroom. Oh, well, he figured, I can piss myself if I'm dead. I'm allowed. 2 comments

2006-08-21 23:22:44 ET He woke up and looked at the clock and, with a start, realized that the sun had forgot to come up. He rolled over and hit the switch on his radio and was greeted by uneventful silence. Puzzled, he got up, got dressed, and ventured outside to ask his neighbors if they knew anything about what was going on. Only there was no neighbors, he found out. There was no anybody. It was as if the night had swallowed all men and taken the sun hostage. And it was getting colder and colder each minute.

2006-08-21 23:22:32 ET He drowned and lost his mind. As he sank to the murky depths, his water-filled lungs pulling and pushing and dragging him down, he thought he saw some trace of liquid phosphoresence and realized that he was falling through the currents of the sun. I should be burning, he thought. I am burning. He could smell himself being broken down by the heat and the light and the elements. He inhaled parts of himself and realized he was dying and at that moment he saw a sea of faces all talking to him in muted, but loud, cacophony. They were burning too. And melting. Not just into each other but each into itself. He saw an eye collapse into a mouth and be swallowed by a pair of exposed jaws grinning as they flickered away into sullen sudden ash and then becoming wax and turning into living smoke which grabbed him from his place and threw him down into the water. And saved him. And he was drowning again.

2006-08-21 23:22:16 ET They were bored at the hospital and when he was asleep they took their scalpels, cut open his legs, took out his knee joints, and stapled him up so when he awoke the following morning he'd find himself walking stilted like some terrified circus acrobat coming to realize that the unbending wooden poles beneath him, carrying him, were his actual legs.

2006-08-21 23:22:06 ET He hadn't the heart to tell her. Literally. Because, aside from his hardened metal frame, his cardiac muscle was pure, fragile porcelain. In it lay a small chunk of radium. If you got too close you got cancer. His love could eat you up and inside out.

2006-08-20 10:52:44 ET She was a trainable but legal and that was good enough for Jimmy. One - they were easy. They didn't know what the act was. They didn't know anything. And if they did they usually couldn't tell how they were feeling. And with that prospect you get very little guilt Two - he loved that blank stare in their eyes. That hollow stare. No matter what he did and how much of it he'd done that stare would always be there. That look of unawareness. Three - they don't complain. Everyone else does. Everyone else just doesn't shut up. With a trainable all you do is stick yourself inside them and do whatever God says. For all they know you could be God. Or a tree. Or anything. Or both. Four - he could fuck them unprotected. Trainables don't carry VDs. As for pregnancy, he'd always get them to have an abortion. They never argue. They can't. 1 comment

2006-08-20 10:52:33 ET you can't control life but you can influence it.

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