Tyranny of Boredom
Monday, April 11th, 2005The roach walked across the beige metal landscape, ignoring the various crumbs. He headed towards the boiling pot of macaroni. His front legs reached for the black monolith promising a feast, and they curled back in smoldering chunks from the burner. He backed up with his rear legs, ignoring the useless limbs, and took a leap. What he had for a brain bubbled mucus-green. (more…)