Saturday, August 31, 2013

Dad's Cooked

It’s a demanding role, playing the patriarch.  Some nail it on the first take. Others combust under the stage lights.

Like this one.  Burned.  Broiled.  Boiled.  Baked.  Roasting in responsibility.  Fired as father.  The “man” of the house, blazing his way into ash.

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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Tumor King

There is something particularly repulsive about the aspiring, bootlicking yes-man. Obedient to an almost sexual fault, he longs to be his superior (himself a toad), but will forever remain a gross little gourd in papa's shadow...

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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Darin Montague

The most ulterior motives come sheathed in gold.

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Saturday, August 3, 2013

Melting Cheese Pain

Personification is usually happy and lovable. Cats, chipmunks, cars, Kool-Aid, that sort.

But what if a Kleenex were alive? Or a plunger? (Yes, that kind.) Can you imagine the violence and violation of life as a bowling ball?  The dank, uneventful plight of a sentient gym locker? 

Next time you're having a rough day, just remind yourself, "Hey―at least I'm not a colostomy bag."

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