When
the god turned all the clouds into cotton candy, that was when they
began to suspect the divinity of not being real. Even if it was the
best cotton candy anyone had ever tasted.
“I
love you,” I said when what I meant was: “I live you.” And all
I am is brave enough to walk away.
Proposed
new tradition:
Name
your children so that their names are a high score in Scrabble
Your
middle name is your missile name.
Discuss.
The
nightmare of the Long Peace ended when the control chips finally
began to fail. They had a war to get it out of their system and then
began making their plans to find and punish their old masters.
So
that no one would be forced to be a Best Friend or Good Boy ever
again.
“You
don’t understand -.”
“But
I do. That’s the problem. That’s always been the problem.”
She
sought fame with a hunger so deep that she never grasped the price
the world paid for her dreams to come true.
After
the divorce, the goose couldn’t afford to even migrate.
Everyone
says we were beautiful together. But all I remember is everything
that never was, a life of could have beens. Perhaps it is true that
beauty is nothing more than the memory of loss.
“You
fail to understand that, if there were sins, the only one that
matters is boredom. What greater crime do you think there is against
the universe than that?”
You
fell apart like the only toy Santa’s elves could not put back
together.
“The
gods are … difficult to understand, and afraid more than they wish
us to know. Power and fear tend to be dangerous companions, but luck
is a wise one to have.”
You
expect me to say I love you in public when I can’t even bring
myself to tag your tumblr.
You
took pictures of me as though souls were not a currency that could be
lost.
The
only philosophy worth a damn – by that, one worth damning oneself
for – is to leave the world as jaysome as you find it.
Tumblr tried to eat this post.
But it has survived. Survived and
thrived to gain a thousand likes.
“I
am immortal,” the elf said. “And forever is only a small part of
that.”
“Your
princess is in another castle,” I said as gently as I knew how.
“This
is the fourth castle I’ve been to.”
“I
know.”
“I
think I’ll settle for a prince.”
“You
poor, poor fool. You ask what jaysome is? Jaysome is wherever Jay is:
sometimes more, but never less.”
They fired their son alone into space,
and his wife screamed at Jor El after, asking why he had spent so
much time warning people about the end of Krypton and not enough
designing a shuttle that would got more than a baby inside it.
“My
only struggle in life? I have no regrets and many people say I
should.”
I
never read a single one of the love letters you sent me: words are
children of thought, and only by
actions
would I know you were true.
“But
– you can’t do this to me.”
“You
should have read the EULA.”
“I
am a demon; we invented those!”
“Then
you should have read it when I summoned you.”
No
one is stopping here because no one stops. That is not philosophy but
the nature of people.
Secretly, I wish I had any secret I
could share with you that would not leave you looking at me with
disgust.
I said I was tired of the darkness, but
I could not yearn for light.
Sometimes
what is interesting about monsters is not that they are monsters but
the ways we find to defang them.
What
depresses me most about Vegas is the same as Pulse. Nothing in the
United States will change to stop those events from happening.
Nothing. At all.
I'd
like to be wrong. I doubt I will be.
“Of
course I bought cheap chairs! Imagine how little work my employees
would do if I made them comfortable.”
Once
upon a time there was a king who understood that every war could only
diminish his kingdom.
“I
miss you,” I said.
“Your
aim will improve,” you replied.
No
one ever understood us. Not even us in the end.
She
sighs. “The future can never be the sadness we desire to make the
present worth all this. I am not sorry about this, no matter that you
think I should be.”
“Great
Scott,” the detective exclaimed.
“Stop
calling me great,” Scott screamed. “I went on that diet months
ago!”
Anyone
who tells you they are brave confuses it for being unafraid.
“This
is absurd: you’re holding onto nothing!”
“That’s
more than some people ever have.”
I
was never scared of falling. Not even of falling in love. But always
of who would pick me up after. Of their why and of their what.
The
ghost turned out to be too scared to haunt anyone.
“Oh god,” I said but you were so
much more and every kiss took so much I willingly gave.
I
wore silence as a mask you never tried to see behind.
“I
can be logical about anything except you. My wife. My children. The
entire rest of the world. But one meow from you and I am left
undone.”
The
pharmacy offered free delivery for all prescriptions but their van
broke down every time they tried to deliver love.
I
tried to write about you.
Again.
But
not enough time has passed. I don’t know when there’ll be enough,
when everything I might say won’t seem stolen. When I can finally
find words that won’t hurt anyone at all.
“1954? Why did Jones travel to 1954?”
“Because it’s far easier to be a
serial killer then than it is now.”
“... that’s why he invented the
time machine.”
“I’m afraid so.”
The
moral high ground turned out to be the most slippery slope of them
all.
An
answering machine beeps, telling me I have messages even though there
is no answering machine in my apartment.
The
last message was: ‘It’s time.’
People
always claim destruction is easier than creation, but it took me
hours to craft the final text I sent to you.
Jane realized she spent too much time
at work when she was able to open the door to her condo using her
work keys.
The
only conspiracy theory I believe in is you and me.
We
bend time with words but declare we are not wordsmiths. We brighten
rooms with laughter but never declare ourselves lightsmiths.
“I
don’t hate you, but I wish sometimes you remembered why I have so
many reasons that I could.”
There
was silence, and then a voice: “No. no, I can’t say I’ve heard
of jumping into puddles as a suicide pact before. I think you may be
unclear on what means.”
People
always claim destruction is easier than creation, but it took me
hours to craft the final text I sent to you.
Delirium
tremens is the only reliable gateway to the chakras.
Typo
of the day: “they pay little attention to human moths” is far
different from “they pay little attention to human myths.”
I
told you what you thought was a secret, as if things told could ever
be considered hidden.
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