An eclectic mix of short pieces of fiction and non fiction based upon my own unique view of the world from along the mushroom path heavily influenced by The Universe who I finally tracked down drinking in a little dive bar about half way between Santa Fe and Taos, New Mexico - I know right. last place I figured on finding The Universe either?
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Covid 19
Whatever forces there may be, totalitarian, spiritual, whatever, they get my body only not my mind and not my eternal soul. What I will not give to them any longer is FEAR. I have no fear. I don't know why this has happened as I have been fearful all of my life but now I have no fear and believe me, these
mutherfuckers be what they are, they relish our FEAR. They'll starve to death if they have to live off of David B Sky cause I ain't on the menu anymore, Friends
Tuesday, May 5, 2020
An American Wedding
Anyone paying attention notices he has an actual rocket not quite in his pocket.
Under the sickeningly unnatural light of the apocalypse, the sky roiling in burnt colors of purple, orange and red, lit as if by some unholy fire, the wedding party upon the becalmed ship of fools drifts helplessly on a sea awash in the color of radiator fluid ebbing inexorably toward the cataracts of the abyss.
When America our Golem bride stands at last before her husband to be, her father the Wharf Rat quiets the keys of his piano.
“America,” Reverend Fear asks in an oddly sepulchral tone - “do you take this ICBM for your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” America affirms.
“ICBM,” do you take this beautiful Golem Bride for your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do,” affirms the groom.
Reverend Fear declares, “by the powers vested in me by the State of Fear, I now pronounce you man and wife. ICBM, you may kiss your bride - ”
KA-BOOM!