Threads: Sloth Banter

The molten sloth drags its rotted leg down the city night street in a trail of hideous neon.

It speaks of last night because "there is no tonight."

Accusing eyes spy the creature wondering how it got that way.

"Bad decisions!" it spins back. "YOUR bad decisions."

Shadows look for a savior to sacrifice under the Razor Moon.

Bored children wait for movie version of life.

"I don't banter with sloths," she fraughtly decays. "My vanity is truth."

"I must breathe, after all," sighs the sloth. 

Threads: Who's Rightly Wrong?

“The only consequence of trying to be a good person is a guilty conscience.”

 

That’s true if you stop trying. It would be more accurate to say it’s the first consequence. Then, as you reverse the perverse, you find something.

But what is a good person?

A capitalist says it’s someone who has money. Religion says it’s someone who follows rituals. But most people would say it’s those who do not upset their lies of being good.

 

In other words, most folks didn’t think Jesus was a good person.

 

 

Threads: I Saw Her Standing There

Behind the register stood a slightly lumpy girl whom in the eyes of the world was unremarkable. Her name was Sarah Conner and she's been targeted for termination.

The terminator in this case is private equity, chewing up lives and scarring the planet to benefit the few at the expense of the many.

The girl had been stripped of all paid vacation - even Christmas. We allow this and other horrors because we claim "there's no other way."

In other news, I had a dream where Emily finally forgave me.

 

 

Threads: Left Behind

Like a comedian who focuses on the one guy in the room not laughing, the Bully Billionaire was obsessed with a lone detractor.

His life hung by the thread of one person's disagreement. In Bully's mind, without universal praise he was DOA.

He threatened, cajoled, bribed, and used every political argument in the book. The billionaire gloated how his arguments won in the polls.

The billionaire had acquired all the trademarks of simulated success. He had everything - but a future. And he knew it.

Threads: If 666 were 999

Standing on a corner in paradise holding my homeless sign plea for help, a soul I both knew and despised pulled up in his BMW identity ring complaining, "The fast lane isn't as fast as it used to be."

"And never will be again. It's the end of the world as you know it."

He said he'd solve this by getting an AI dream chip to replace the dreams he'd lost.

I sighed. "Now you'll know what songs driver-less trucks play going down the road."

He paused. "Beauty School Dropout is an underrated song."

Threads: Night Scenes

Blonde in blue, she followed the protocols of pretty to a T, fitting in but yet not feeling in. On the trip to the night club, the lights outside the car were aflame, marking her journey for the world to see.

I must not be me! Never to be seen!

 

She entered the club under chattering cover fire of friends, finding a sniper's retreat, hoping her frown go unnoticed.

 

Outside, across the cold street from the club, a lost soul had watched Blonde In Blue enter and dreamed dare speak to the goddess.

 

After the club, when she got home and took the makeup off, sitting in front of her mirror, she got a good look at herself and declared, "Men suck!" 

Threads: Emptying Head

I see the beauty 
I wish to be part of the beauty 
But beautiful I am not 
-Salieri

There is no President 
just a con-time resident; 
There is no holy Pope 
just a purple-robed dope; 
There is no royalty 
just the rich-world's loyalty

 

The illusion is a collusion 
of a world refusin' 
to admit it's usin' 
without defusin' 
or reaching conclusion

 

Dueling the straw man windmill 
He kept fighting until 
Duly forced to sit still 
Questioning his force of will

"Look on this world, ye Mighty, and despair!"

 

Threads: Wastoid

The gnawing fear had gnawed too far. She knew she must face the Council Of Truth in futile defense.

"I have it all! My life is a success! Marriage, morality, and money! Why should any fear enter my soul?

 

"What are you saying? I can't have WHAT I want unless I DO what I want? NO ONE does what they want! Why must we always reap just what we sow? Is God so ruthless?"

 

At this point she knew she could not stop the oncoming vacuity invading her life. She had protected her lies - not her life.

Threads: Last Night's News

Been drinking for three days. Not binging, just steady. I don't intend to keep drinking.

I don't intend to stop.

We protested the future's present. Cops rushed us, we held up mirrors. Seeing what we see they ran away, caught lying to God. Nothing came of it yet again.

Mirrors were my idea I stole, a prophet I be.

I told her like Gandhi: 'There's no god higher than truth!' She spit in my face wreaking, "There's no god higher than Ruth!" I agreed and she sat on my face.

A prophet's profit,

 

 

 

Threads: The Innocence Crime

A car pulled up beside me on the interstate, matching my fast speed. But I saw some deep dips coming up so I slowed down. My rival did not.

He shot into the air, veered over to the opposing highway and flipped over. Naturally, he blamed me.

At trial, I proved I never touched his car and he wrecked of his own accord. But for some reason, my innocence scared me.

The jury rendered me guilty since I was innocent and blameless, that I should die for their sins and thus keep their world inverted.