Stephen Michael Barnes arranged some of my recent tweets into a short story:
"Why? Because I can. I dedicate this to you, Ernie, and Em, for your art, your imagination, and your quantum strangeness."
APOCALYPTOGENESIS NOW
So far, so good . . .
I dreamed that my grandparents were teaching blues guitar riffs to my wife and me.
Always a little more going on than I'm ready to deal with . . .
After midnight, the mariachis played until it started raining.
Upstairs, a homeless woman typed a frantic message on a counter-terrorism website.
At the library, a kid in a Mexican wrestler mask sat perfectly still in front of a computer.
Always a little more going on than I'm ready to deal with . . .
My afternoon was adventurous. Life is good. Crazy, but . . .The end of 2016 is near . . .
Was that a real gun that busboy was wearing? Could be. This is Arizona, after all . . .
I indulged my reading habit today. "APOCALYPTOGENESIS NOW."
Time to unwind . . . Okay, now back to whateverthehell was supposed to be going on . . .
The night smells like lighter fluid. . .
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