As the Company Left....

Six ways from Sunday and slightly to the left....
I awoke w/a start.

On the Right Track

 

Nailed It!

 

Reasons....

The attraction of alcohol is that it offers a being a
sense of enduring success w/ every minute momentary accomplishment.

Journeys

I forgot where I met her. But I knew she was close.

Post Card

 

Stating the Obvious

It is best not to argue with gravity.
She is far more skilled than any one of us.

The Problems with Pockets...

I had met a beguiling story today. Even placed it in my pocket to save it for later.

Like chocolate, though, these things never quite turn out....

Imagination....

She heard a sound thump and drop its way from the attic.

The fear of it pinned her.

Inebriation

Sure, she had the energy to staple the truth to his forehead...
Hell, she even tried once. Huffed and puffed too.

But it was her lack of intelligence to start the task w/ a nail...that was really her undoing.

Art-itechture

 

Arachnid

 

The Born Again

To advance his climb towards truth, the born again builds attractive ladders and scaffolds. Never realizing, however, that the material he has used is meant more to guide him sideways, rather than up.

Where it Happens...

I had met her in the cemetery, sunbathing.

Ode the most beautiful night of them all.

He Took a Face from the Ancient Gallery....

 

Lights, Camera, Action!

 

The Light at the End of the Bottle

 

To That Certain Type of Man....

Had you the inclination to gather every bar-brawling antagonist the world had to offer...to placed them in a room with their respective vices (fists, fights, addictions, and the like).

You'd have an idea of the type of room my mother found fit to socialize in....