An Assembly of Resented Fools

I ate an apple today that was named after a typical American male forename: Joey, Dennis, Christopher. Something. In my hand it was bigger and more dense than I expected and I wanted to yell out “APPLE GRENADE” before biting into it, but I generally like staying employed. Now the fruitbomb has been turned into heat and waste just like everything else in the universe.

I have another book idea exploding in my ear like a superheated spore. It’s about a semi-dystopian academic/contractual society, firearms, God, the nature of adulthood, and time travel theory, but it’s not as ridiculous or fun as all of that sounds. But first I have to finish the third re-de-write-edit of the first thorn in my side book.

I’ve been reading a book of Poe’s short stories and all of the death inside of them is starting to make me sleepy. Maybe I will review it.

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