It was a gentle rumble, one Modi had heard so many times over the years he’d been at the monastery. He rolled over in bed, stretched, then got up. The state-run radio was playing in the background, the announcer’s guest saying, “There are no such things as real dragons. They are imaginary, and therefore not…

There is a house that is high on the hill. Its lights are on and it is meant to be a shining example for all the world to see. But no one is home, and ‘We the people,’ no longer live there.

Jericho lost his device from his work-station. He searched everywhere but finally had to report the loss. “Unable to track,” the automated voice of the screen said, “You will receive a new device in three days.” All-day Jericho remained distracted, anxious, eventually growing sick to his stomach, profusely sweating and trembling uncontrollably. His productivity dropped…

Newly elected Republican Nevada Assemblywoman Annie Black of Mesquite, Nevada was in Washington D.C., in support of President Donald Trump when the Capitol Building was stormed. “I’ve attended over a dozen Trump rallies over the past few years, including the one in Bullhead City in October,” Black wrote in an op-ed. “They’ve been nothing but…

“Man always thinks he can save himself,” she stated as she pointed at the shuttered lifeguard tower.

Five or more years ago, I was being told I was full of shit and called nothing but a conspiracy theorist when I asked, “Are they planning a massive die-off?” after I first noted this sort of stuff being obtained by various state authorities, then stored away. Now suddenly, from the Las Vegas Sun, today:…

“Jus’ fucking shoot me now! No one gets it. No one really cares. Not even my wife. And no, I don’t want the blindfold, nor do I need a cigarette. My nerves are jus’ fine. Okay, I’ll take the blindfold, you insistent, Bastard! The yellow one, please. Make it quick.”

She danced alone, joy-filled and without abandon, in a space left wild and untouched by casted shadow. Her difficulties, it was decided by the State, would be resolved by 35mg of Adderall per day.

A simple tent revival scam was all it was ever supposed to be, all it had ever been. But this time it wasn’t and I know I’ll never see anything like it again – ever. Sitting in the second row, I watched as Sister Laurel took the stage like she had so many times before.…

They demand attention. They demand money. They demand liberty. They refuse to listen and they are not listening now. Nothing to be said, no voice left, only tears for the coming days.  An ends to their means. Unplug those ears, Peasant, and listen!