” Deep walking for 6 hours and 45 minutes. A man walking. Time lapsing feels so… out of a puzzle perfect. The man was so cold the wind took him a hold. The ice hanging from his nose appears so frozen that it might break off if he’s not careful … “
Based on a true story … As told by Jake Johnstone:
” A man had a dig. A dig had a woman. No! Actually, it was a day I was in an unfortunate down-trodden state of tranquil anger. Nothing of the sort made sense near The Port. The Port was a local bridge with a Midge. A short man with a bald head and a huge set of python arms yet overall short in stature owned said bridge. A famous professional wrestler … Gone now, but never forgotten. Got a call. Down a hall. A text. An overfall. Repitituos confusion because my name is ” John Millself Silver Reynolds ” yet John was who this guy said I was … “
Positive On Positions Empathetic Nathaniel … As told by Jake Johnstone …
” I was driving 10 under witnessing one plunder … I could scram like Robin Williams (RIP) from Flubber! … Haven’t slept in 40 days … it feels like 40 years! … Breaking bones was never my forte… Smelled the white cheddar macaroni while in a city over in Russia my head was enflamed with positive ruins of pain. Sympathy is … rain. Empathy is … gold upon my eyes from what I’ve seen. Realize! Couldn’t see hearts but it’s all I wanted to mend upon this planet … Earth … of ours!!! “
” He ain’t doing no more selfies now. A loss from a color commentator at a Mania, but a short haircut was too painful nightly … once a … Friday morning. Performance but power, but a loss was to suffer! … ”
” A book. A nook and cranny situation … It all happened so fast!! Cop callers, yet they start with you. An eye in the storm yet, you are the storm? The ten commandments don’t apply anymore. 65% of morning drivers are 20 mph over the posted speed limit. Yelling ensues over cheating significant others, a stolen tv … stolen … out … of … an … electronics … store … ”
From the mind of an old traveler on a Dave Ranchero:
” Skip. Helena. Names I drew from a story I once knew. Drew, but not drawn. What does not make any sense I have seen at least 1100 times by now. On repetition is the banging … Nonstop banging and yelling to the point of a floor caving in! I try to keep sanity so I look up news stories vs some horrifying memory. Doesn’t seem logical but my headphones are on to block out the nonsense apartment below … The story I stop on involves a bleeding vampire that fell asleep outside and woke up being burned alive … The headlines were on an auto-bio on a Dave written by a “Dave Ranchero” … ” …
” I remembered thinking about a lost life … strife as I ate the pork, bacon … of a once alive pig. Memories a skewed from a human to now a forever creature of the night drinking the blood of the innocent … Although I do not kill I find no thrill in staying here on this birth. My times are unfortunate since this thought alone is desolate. I did not choose this. Unforeseen circumstances bring me to what I am today … ”
” Hunger I felt dissipating. Rumbling and tumbling like every species combined of a cat growling in my stomach driving along on this day in my city oh so … many Mondays ago. To be perfectly honest I can’t recall the exact dramatic-filled day … It definitely felt busy … fast-paced like a weekend. The old-grey-colored Toyota 4-door sedan … Possibly a Camry from the ’90s just was weaving in and out of lanes until the driver appeared to have let off a sneeze, got distracted, and veered off … I had a stoplight yet any recollection sees blue lights everywhere. Eyes needed to be checked. Nearing 52 years of age. Everything else is a blur … even that Toyota from the ’90s appeared to make it out ok the rest of the day … ”
” As I have seen the events that night it still to this day 13 years to the Tuesday … I’m still not believing the vision in my memories. A man so strong he stopped the oncoming train from hitting and possibly ending the child’s life … with only his fist! Hunger I felt just dissipating … ”
” Thinking. Knowing. Trying to get perfect synergy going. Hammered my pinkie when I was a construction worker. A lurker is always there now … What are you doing became a constant question I spoke … Huh? … “