Yay, glad to see you continue Gath!
Thank, Bill. The Gath show must go on. It all pretty much writes itself these days anyway.
Yes good to see you online! I was worried when I visited and the blog was empty!
I had to take a breather...
Despite blatant evidence to the contrary, I'm going to continue to tell myself that my "dislike" comment single-handedly changed your mind.
It's okay. That actually works for me.
B8 - lol! :D
That's the correct position to assume for social mediaing. ;-)
I think people do their best rage Tweeting while on the can. ;)
LOL Suitable for the material they produce. ;)
Judging by the amount of rage on social media, a lot of people need more fibre in their diets!
The bane. Those blasphemous phones. Eating brain. Eating life. Eating time. They created no stories. Offered nothing real. Nothing lasting. Ephemeral, misspelled words vanished as more of the same piled on top of one another. A virtual junkyard of wasted time. So many books and movies thought the zombies swarming the world would be the end. Consuming the flesh of the living. Tearing down civilization. Not so. It was the phones. The Great Imbiber is a patient and forgiving god. But the phones he cannot tolerate. I pulled out the strong piece of wood I'd found earlier in the month. Felt it's weight in my hand. The rough surface scratching into the skin of my palm. These skellies were empty of story. Empty of substance.I took no pleasure in it, but I did not hesitate to bring the club down on their skulls as I knew they would never look up from their vile addiction. Four swings. Four piles of bones and shattered phones. I sat down to catch my breath. The years were catching up with me. Exerting even the smallest amount of energy caused me to tire and need rest. That's when I saw it. The corner peeking out from under the couch. I reached down praying to The Great Imbiber it was not burned or defaced. It was not. A blessing. The heaviness in my head and heart lifted. I flipped through the pages and laughed as I read, "Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth."
Absolute poetry my friend. I really appreciate you taking the time to add depth and character to these vignettes. Your comments exceed the posts themselves in quality.
Your entries prime my creativity for the cleric with no name.