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The Dark Eye: February 2015
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Tuesday, February 3, 2015. In the silence that falls, I shall strive to be a part of the lives you cherished. To care for them as best I can, and to see the legacy you left when you were finally set free from the fog that kept your soul bound to this life. Sing with glee and fly away content in the knowing that we will remember you. For Christine Terzino, and her beautiful family that I am allowed to love. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty.
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The Dark Eye: Black Friday
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Tuesday, December 2, 2014. Jerry had been here too long already. His legs were sore, and his back ached, and his fingers were thick lumps of meat waiting to be sliced into party-sized pepperoni. But in just three more minutes, Jerry would make a beeline for the toy department and…shit. “Where was the toy department? 8221; He smiled a friendly, if chilled smile. 8221; he cried, getting steady to his feet and breaking into a run. “I hope that fat fuck dies in this”. 8221; as she pulled the toy from his grip.
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The Dark Eye: The Blood of Abel (Part 1)
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Tuesday, March 24, 2015. The Blood of Abel (Part 1). Henry David Firenze tapped his polished walking stick on the tile beneath his feet. The incessant rapping reminded Brent of a raven, just above the chamber door. "Any time now, Mister Bragg" said the older, stiffer man. "You've had ample time to fill it.". Just a moment, Sir. If you please.". I do not. What do you take me for, Ebenezer Scrooge? Are we now in some sick fantasy world of yours? A Dickensonian tour of your little mind? A small girl stepped...
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The Dark Eye: For Christine
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Tuesday, February 3, 2015. In the silence that falls, I shall strive to be a part of the lives you cherished. To care for them as best I can, and to see the legacy you left when you were finally set free from the fog that kept your soul bound to this life. Sing with glee and fly away content in the knowing that we will remember you. For Christine Terzino, and her beautiful family that I am allowed to love. February 3, 2015 at 11:30 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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The Dark Eye: December 2014
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Saturday, December 13, 2014. She’d have to ask Mommy about that later in the car after she’d had a nap, of course. Riding in the car always made Lisa Ann sleepy. She kept on swinging her legs, listening for the voices to finally start coming closer. The voices were now silent. How come you got to be in here with Mommy and Daddy tonight? 8220;I just was Ell.” He only called her that when he was trying to tell her something she should be good about. 8220;Are Mommy and Daddy fighting? 8220;I know, Ell. ...
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The Dark Eye: September 2014
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Thursday, September 11, 2014. Do you know what the date is today? It’s September the eleventh. Sale” somewhere – it’ll only take one ballsy retailer to start THAT one going. Maybe even a “Let’s Roll Event” at the local Toyota dealership. What? They’re built in the US. Our own government is more likely to spy on us than any foreign interest. I remember the hole in the skyline. And I remember that particular video of the collapse that was shown so often that we became desensitized to it. Our world has been...
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The Dark Eye: October 2014
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Friday, October 31, 2014. Digging Up the Past. There was a knock at the door. And then, impossibly, yet another. Raymond Batista squashed out the short cigarette he’d been nursing for too long. He kicked the chair out using the backs of his knees and stood up, groaning. Raymond hated this fucking holiday. Little bastards from all over come banging on your door begging for candy, and if you don’t have any, they might egg your car or cover your trees with toilet paper. Where the hell did you go? 8221; He c...
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The Dark Eye: May 2015
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Wednesday, May 27, 2015. The Tide, Rising. I sat on the dock awaiting the tide’s return. A cool breeze blew across my face, beckoning me to fly away with it under my wings, but I resisted the urge. Patience would be the key tonight. Above me, loons and geese passed by, headed to wherever they might roost under the full moon, and I turned quietly to await what I felt was coming. Could these be things that a madman once spun wild seafaring tales about? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Tide, Rising. Eclectic...
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The Dark Eye: What's Up?
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Friday, January 30, 2015. It's been long enough since I've written, so here goes. The Holiday season has come and gone -with it, my traditional Christmas post (alas, no Angus), the Jen's birthday post, and my New Year's post. I've been doing other things like living my damned life and dealing with the latest issues of a bad engine in Krahe and getting through the recent rash of snow storms. So, you might ask, what am I going to do about it? I would like to buy the world a Coke, so to speak. Through all o...
