Over time, The memories. They fade. The impressions on the cerebral cortex. They soften.
I’ll Try Not to Fart This Time
Pain in Vain
I stand up from my seat. A pain missile fires from my tailbone. It shoots down my right buttock ...
Exasperation
The engine roars then fires a cannon blast. It shakes and shudders like a wagon on a washboard road, rattling brains, teeth, and all notions of order and propriety before melting into abject silence.
Rave Solo
That third tree down the left-hand side of the alley below my fourth floor window looks like Robert the Bruce.
Exalted Slave Master
I can’t get to gate 26. I can barely get within eyeshot. It’s jammed with droves of snot-faced disney hooligans and their shit-faced parents
Foolpump Publishing Releases First Book – Slouching Toward Lat 30
It's called Slouching Toward Lat 30 by Joe Frank McClain and is available in paperback and kindle format. Foolpump Publishing is now accepting submissions. Email your manuscript to joefrankmclain@aol.com.
Slouching Toward Lat 30; The Fog Meets the Water
This is the last official section of STL30. There may be others, along with notes, asides, codas, appendices, etc., but this is the culminating chapter. Stay tuned. Thanks for checkin' it out. Cheers!
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 