The Last Epiphany

Waiting for a light bulb to go on… it can be a drag. That’s what I did though, just sat there and waited. I couldn’t understand it. Not a flicker of warning. Not a buzz. Not even that final brilliantly bright POP you might expect before a burn out… the thing just stopped working, leaving me to sit there in the dark. I tried a few times to coax it back… a jiggle… a tap. Nothing. At one point, and I’m not proud of it, I think I might have threatened it, saying something to the effect of, “go on or I’ll smash you against the fucking wall!” (Big man me, threatening a defenseless, paper-thin, spheroid of glass!) Other than that though I pretty much just sat there, waiting. 

08.02. filed under: ideas. life. personal.


Welcome back, sir! (Rest of comment consored by Nonistan’s Ministry of Information and Disinformation. No means Yes.)

posted on 08.02 at 07:07 PMMrBaliHai


So is this goodbye?
If so, good luck. I’ll miss you.

posted on 08.03 at 03:38 AMsimon


Apparently, I inadvertently revealed the state secrets of Nonistan.

posted on 08.03 at 07:24 AMMrBaliHai


O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two rum-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Jamie.

posted on 08.04 at 12:04 PMMrBaliHai

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