Sunday, February 21, 2016

926. Ocelots

"What the fuck is an ocelot?" he screamed into the darkened parking lot.
But it's 2016, he realized, as he took out his phone to Google.
"I love you an ocelot," the card read.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

925. Christ in the highballs

They named the bar, "The Garden at Gethsemane" - those smug pricks.
It was a place fully of the moment, according to its owners.

Someone had misspelled "SALVATION WITHIN" with white paint above the walk-in coolers.
To show they were in on the whole thing, the owners would drink themselves sick most nights.

Friday, February 12, 2016

924. Other Danny

The thing about Other Danny, is he's got it way more together.
I'm sure he never fell off the stage with his school-issued trombone.
And, I'm sure he's never been caught walk dancing on the treadmill.
He probably smokes cigarettes.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

923. Heat

He stared at the blank document and stared and stared and stared.
His fingers pecked out words of discouragement - mainly criticisms of himself.
Sighing, he held the Backspace key until everything had been obliterated.
If you're so desperate to be a martyr, you can at least let someone else find you the flames.