Shaun

Shaun, my old roommate died tragically, nine years ago, at a KISS concert.
Today I saw him at Starbucks.
Dumbstruck, I grabbed an adjoining table, and sat. "Shaun?" I mustered in disbelief. "Pardon?" he queried, removing his earbuds. "You're Shaun." I repeated, dizzied. (...nothing).
When he went up for a refill, I glanced at his iPod; ..."Detroit Rock City".

Revelation

On the 13th day of the seventh month, in the year of our lord 2012, through an unprecidented philisophical convergence, it was announced by members of the world scientific community together with the leaders of all major world religions, that the only "heaven" the human race could hope for is the one we create for ourselves, here on earth.

E =mc (Aw, hell no!)

Everything was a blur. I had to get my head together before the cops showed up, but I couldn't get a fix on where to start. The house,...wrecked like a fucking tornado hit. And the smell (god, that smell!). If that wasn't enough, Nikki was gone; disappeared, seriousely, into thin air! (No, dude,...spacetime!) Goddamned machine actually worked.

Untitled

It was like this every month and I always looked forward to it. She sat in my chair, but this time she spoke of blowjobs and Jungian psychology. She tried to analyze the nightmare I've had since I was a kid, but I was distracted by thoughts of kissing her on the mouth, (not to mention other places).

Time to Let it Go...

That's it. It's time to let it go.