Gorycory

There was a time when the endless trivialities of life were given no heed; the day to day slog was but a mere afterthought as I mindlessly tore through life with a sharp eye. I paid no attention to the plights of others, I inhaled every bit of information like Johnny Five, and I ripped through every mood enhancing substance with no accord for what may happen or whom it may happen to. My eyes were set. My head held high as I made my way. The realization only seeps in as you slow down, for of course the break neck speed cannot be maintained, you have to slow down, and slow down you do. At first it isn’t noticeable, it’s but a hiccup

January 21st 1994 - A group of reclusive giants live behind my house. I caught a glimpse of them strolling by my window. Like us, but much more hairy, and much bigger. I was scared at the first sighting, and didn't know who to tell. My parents wouldn't believe me, and if they didn't believe me then no one would. May 1st 1994 - A couple months go by, and eventually I see the tall hairy man once again. This time his brow is furrowed, or at least what I can see through all the hair surrounding his face. He looks angry; he comes into our back yard and stands, staring up at my window. A few of his compatriots stand along the road leading into th

Truth is an absolution, A resolution, To this world’s destitution.

In the beginning there was stupidity. A mountain of idiocy for everyone to partake in. We drank, and bountifully. Until we had our fill, and couldn't quite remember where the mountain was. We wandered off onto a new land mass looking for more ignorance but could not find any. One of us, one of the smart ones, grabbed a piece of flint and began smacking it with a hammer. Most likely just to listen to the distinct smacking sound it made, it made us smile what can I say? But eventually, that guy turned it into a tool. Some kind of sharp object used to chip away or to cut things? Whatever it was, man it was rad. It really did a number on all of u

The Party The cab ride was uneventful, the only thing left to do was stare out the window. I used to play a game as a child, I would move my hand up and down trying to avoid any pointy objects in the fast moving environment outside. I did this as Daughtry sat next to me talking about cars with the driver. Many students sat outside random bars and eateries, most likely discussing someway to get messed up for the weekend. Eventually we reached the outer city, which oddly enough only fashioned small families and farmers. The landscape went from shops, apartments and grocery stores to small convenient stores, hotels and gas stations. As we pul

It always starts the same way. I am in a forest; surrounded by trees and darkness. But one shred of light in the distance illuminates my vision, morphing, in a brilliant phantasmagoria. I stumble towards it in a zombie like fashion, not entirely sure where I’m going. I tear down the vines surrounding the exit, tumbling out like a baby being born into existence. In front of me lies a massive flower garden that seemingly goes on for miles. Every color of the rainbow is represented here, even some strange colors I have never seen before, all shifting and melting together like a Van Gough painting. In the direct center of the garden sits a