Monday, September 29
Sunday, September 28
This week in the apocalypse:
-The nameless "I" in The Barrens is revealed
-The nameless "she" in Stewart's life is revealed
-The world continues to crumble
-Jason Lammons and Brian Cotton join the Little Apocalypse
We had a great week this week. Not only am I really happy with the progression of the story, but exposure and hits have increased dramatically. Thank you to everyone who has shared their talents and helped spread the word!
See you next week, if the world is still here....
The following contribution comes from material written by Jason Lammons.
The halls all seem longer and the room dimensions quadrupled; voices amplified to the point of whispers.
The world will sleep for many more years - it must be this way. Only after the change can they see what is true, in front of their faces.
We have seen all that will happen from looking to our past.
2morrow is nuclear \please find another way\\
You never hear someone praying for pain or more burdens. Maybe they should, as it would inevitably develop their soul. Who said consciousness should ever have anything to do with being eternal?
WHAT AM I GETTING AT?
Those were the last words out of my dream this morning. I am not sure if they were ringing in my head or coming out of my mouth.
clocks in my head are ticking differently
A constant barrage of lunacy hastens me; I just want to stay insane (rather than out of sane).
The halls all seem longer and the room dimensions quadrupled, voices amplified to the point of whispers.
Friday, September 26
Sunday, September 21
Wednesday, September 17
Monday, September 15
*Wyoming is an old Indian word for "no state here."
*No one knows where the lake came from.
*And, AND - we've got a downloads page up now. Check out the additions from Arajay and Brandon French. Our biggest, sloppiest kisses to them! We've got a piece from Brian Cotton for you, too, but we'll save that a few more days.
Saturday, September 13
Friday, September 12
Tuesday, September 9
The World Ends While I Sleep.
I fall into a boundless darkness, then...The red-haired girl...The dead men, one I know to be dead (he has to be dead)...The other still breathing but gone all the same...Road and Rivers...Trains and Lost Movie Houses...When I wake, the night bleeds...Alone...Cold...Helpless...
I don't understand...