Advent

It is still now. The last murmors of chattering words fade, brushed away by the vanishing storm of yesterday's Chaos. It is too silent. In the nothing that is now I feel tomorrow arriving and it chills my core. I am changing and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Fear. Fearless. Fear less courage.

Terror.

Quiting Time

the tank is empty. the gun barrel smoking from the last shot fired. there comes only an echo from the keg.

i think i'll quit...for a while.