Sunday, March 5, 2017

Nah nah son

"Well that is handy" Cless though aloud. 

"To be honest, the entire staff thinks you're a little overworked. Everything ok?" Trang prodded 

Cless had a brief moment of reflection just on the past few months in a glimpse. Was it all worth it? Was he putting too much gravity on the situation? How are we feeling?

"Well, I don't think this is zen. But...I'm still sleeping really easily." 

"That's not what i meant, you're looking like a godamn skeleton" Trang

"Oh ok.. That seems a bit critical". 

Just he could see that his friend was actually concerned.

"Well, let's just chat about headspace for a bit. I don''t know whether or not you have a minute?"

"Whatcha' got?" Trang perked up. 


"It's nothing. I'm just looking for some contrast...We're good. " 

"You jerk , you said you'd talk!" Trang stomped out the office. 

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Hearts afire.

"Well what time are you leaving?"
"Dunno, maybe after 3 am. It's Valentine's day right?"
"That is romantic. You fucking idiot."


Tuesday, December 27, 2016

the Arc Effect

"Well, that's sort of a long commute for anyone". They could all agree.

Georges took a drag of the cool walk-in-draft

"Look man, when we get back, i don't want to hear anything else about how long it took you to get here. Fifteen minutes late is one thing, an hour is another...but you're fucking two hours out, man."

Just then they both heard a crash outside the office.

"Shit, someone dropped their load down the stairs" Duh, George.

Actually he hadn't dropped anything down the stairs but rather he'd thrown some containers down them in a fit.
Jonah stood above the staircase clenching a bloody, apron, rolled hand.

"Call, Frank!" He muttered as the stormed passed the two.

Now the Wedding rehearsal would arrive early (on time). Georges's, late to the show, and it looks like Jonah's just sliced open his left hand.

Cless ran after the wooly chef , but Jonah had already made it halfway down the avenue before his peers could reach the restaurant's front door.

"Cool, fine, great"

"Well, let's crank".

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Before sunset

She turned around to at least take in the full facial expression. Cless hadn't skipped a beat.

"What? You weren't surprised?" She wondered 

"Never surprised, just constantly disappointed, usually" Cless was trying his damnedest to seem indifferent. It was taking every muscle in his stomach to clench up. 

Too early in the work week to tell if there could be more to this. 

Monday, August 15, 2016

Real Estate

Spent a few days out here at a Tom Ferry summit in Vegas.

The part where i met up with my parents again is on one hand frightening. The other is the part where i saw other adults ( people in their mid 30's +).

Just a general sweep of the cast lets you know where you stand. I get the feeling it's a my duty to keep as youthful as possible and to keep from homogenizing.

I get the biggest kick out of the voyeurism.

Well cmon man what else are you here for?

Ive got that tiring and gnawing feeling for destruction again.
I'm going to quickly kickflip back lip that soma rail. I've got to, i need the release and to end the restlessness.

But this is what the arts did to me, i feel. How do we have these projections of ourselves in our minds and keep them there for years?

I mean if it's going to be frowned upon for me to knowingly smash personal property i've got to at least get a little of it out - whatever the consequence.

God know's I've got the body for it, all my arms and legs are in perfect condition -- better than ever ,even.

Let's get after a taste.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Is Sorrow

Cless peered at his car's stereo.

"What's on the playlist tonight, babe?"

Cless looked deeply at the digital display. There was the low hum of some fading strings from the track's synths pouring into their ears via decade old car speakers.

"Is this the right jam for the moment?" he wondered aloud

"I can't even hear it, turn it up, turn my headphones up." she had to confess

Cless knew there are times of great struggle and entropy is eternal. To be sure, most of his existence was a clear display of the balance.

"It's the Black Devil Disco Club...you never know when you'll needs Satan's backing track"

 The beat kicked in with a thwacking-rapid bass sequence.