by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
Hello again, I want to fucking scream. Or hit something. Not someone. Trust me. Just trust me. But I want to hit something. It’s gotta be inanimate. Maybe I won’t hit it at all. Is that too white of me? To want to hit a wall or a thing that I can’t actually...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
The whole flimping idea was to have Marcellus come out to the discotheque and then faint on the floor and then I’d shout at the bartender for help and I’d go behind the bar and suck all the vodka out of a bottle into my third stomach and then puke it back out into...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
A tangy yellow sun weaves warm tendrils around the umbrella of oak leaves, spreading a glaze of daylight on the sidewalks and homes in my new neighborhood. I get out of my car to check the mail. As I’m heading back toward the front door, a guy biking with his baby kid...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
Way back, back when I was just a little guy, a little guy with a severe depression and a desire to see myself die over and over, over and over in different ways, I mean, I was walking to the Dairy Queen just down the road from where I lived and was stopped by a...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
The screeching is always loud, especially when you get close to the end of the tunnel, where the sun is so bright outside that it sears your blood-bitten retinae like warm buffet ahi. Everyone’s here, laughing at the cruelty of the survival instinct. We’re vacillating...