by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
Take pill. Eat breakfast. Take pill. Thomas is in the playground again, doing loop-de-loops on the swing set and projectile vomiting into a trashcan. He calls it puke-basket. It is a game. Also, he’s got a serious talent for it. If it were a sport, he’d be...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
Here is a picture of me. It is from the future, but it is old. It’s old because the picture itself was taken at a time before the time at which the picture was given to me. It was thus given to me in the picture’s future. I don’t know how it got to me, I just...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
Hologram Joe steps up to the plate. He lifts his nail-bat off the mound, wet clay gathered around the top like red smegma. It is what they refer to as “The Top of the Seventh Circle,” a reference to our long dead poet laureate Alighieri-bot, who was tasked with...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
I fell off the bed today. I fell off yesterday, too. I fall off every day, nowadays. I fall off and usually hit my head on the cherry wood bedside table. I always hit it in the exact same place every time and now there’s a pointy lump on my head. There’s some bone...
by admin | May 10, 2022 | Umbrographic Archive
Ido push-ups. I am not good at them but I do them anyway. I can only do like 6 in a row before my arms start to buckle like a house held up by balsa wood. I do them anyway. I may not be good at them, but sometimes when my arms are on the verge of disintegration, I can...