At some point
it all turns into a
corrupted console
video game horror
When I know the dream of me leaving the wharf at night after a long, hot day is only a dream
At some point
it all turns into a
corrupted console
video game horror
Category Archives: river life
The storied water in dead eyes, 16
The trick is to let your disgust about the lingering death of civilization sweat out of you on the hot days. They will all feel like hot days. Then when it does rain you will feel that touch of salvation. It’s easy to believe in a god when it rains and the tomatoes in the garden at home aren’t struggling against the heat that doesn’t seem to slow down the squirrels.
The Storied Water in Dead Eyes, 14
Oh I will be talking to that taunting catfish again. I will I will I will. In the long evening after the cruise, the day’s last light going to bed west of the L&N bridge, smoking my pipe, clearing my mind of everything except trying to trick that mud eater into remaining uncaught until I can get my fishing pole.