Shattered ShaftShattered ShaftShattered Shaft
They call us hollows.
We’re the ones who wanted a pony and got a chair the ones who want a commitment to sparkle motion and end up with stop-sign dancers the ones who are told to wait for a call and end up waiting for what seems like forever the ones who try their best to light the way for the future but are left with students filed between E and G.
They call us hollows because we all suffer from a gaping hole in our chest.
In This War, We Grab Life...In this War, We Grab Life By the BallsIn This War, We Grab Life...
It was behind enemy lines, right in the Garden of the Ehl’Ar Sea, when we were ambushed and lost half our team due to paralyzing fright, sheer skill, and balls not being dropped. [also referred to as inexperience.]
THE TANK’S FIRING AGAIN!!!
Some of us freeze in terror, others drop to the floor, and in a freak accident four of our own find out for themselves all possible meanings of the phrase “silent as the grave.”
Frenchy. Greenie. And myself. We’re up against Dic
Maybe I Should Have Applied...Maybe I Should Have Applied at Wheat & Jensen’s PotteryMaybe I Should Have Applied...
As I gaze at the Richter-scale skyline I can’t help but feel like I’m standing on the
thirteenth floor.
My fourteenth story office window allowed me to survey the city with my heavy eyes; eyes, which will never see this office again nor gaze upon our company’s letterhead forever more: “Aykroyd, Murray, Ramis, and Hudson, ltd.” After all, the new letter head would read “Heston and Fleischer” and nobody objected the booth for two because this drive-in charged gratuity fo
A Goddess Among Bi-PedsA Goddess Among Bi-PedsA Goddess Among Bi-Peds
There I was, making my usual beeline for that illustrious Chinese hole-in-the-wall getting a raging clue
at the prospect of that scrumptious honey-glazed walnut shrimp and amidst the tissue paper & tatami mat tourists and through the sea of Adam’s apple-adorned late night swings
she trapped me with her legs.
Sure, her thin physique was attractive her wardrobe that rare slice of sensible but fashionable but God, those legs. those gorgeous stilts slinking down the boardwalk.
They weren’t even those sink-yo
The Pilot.
Eager
You should go on line one of these days and get a hold of me... i have interesting stories...
plus you still owe me a couple reads... i could use a morale booster.
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Exit stage left. turn right. keep walking.
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