by Piper Bayard | Mar 27, 2013 | Apocalypse, Life and Death
We’ve all felt it. The intense gravity of Life’s long, cold winters. The incessant pull of one bad break after another that obliterates the very memory of easy laughter. Awareness condenses to a pinpoint where tomorrows are as meaningless as...
by Piper Bayard | Mar 8, 2013 | Apocalypse, The End is Near. . . .
I always joke that Kandinsky paintings look like my kids ate crayons and barfed on the canvas. I’m definitely thinking about feeding my kids some crayons after this. Metro the Painting Horse Come on, kids. You want to go to college, don’t you? Blogs and...
by Piper Bayard | Jan 18, 2013 | Apocalypse, The End is Near. . . .
I’m thinking the Swedes have a lot of time on their hands during those long winter nights. No Rest for the Dead with Surround Sound Coffins image by Robert Lawton, wikimedia commons For the full story, click on the title above. My thanks to funny lady Leanne...
by Piper Bayard | Dec 19, 2012 | Amusing Ourselves and Hopefully You, Apocalypse
By Piper Bayard and Jay Holmes There’s been much ado made about the end of the Mayans’ 13th b’ak’tun this Friday. The Mayans, themselves, are a bit baffled as to why the Western world is making such a fuss about it. All it means to them is that...
by Piper Bayard | Sep 11, 2012 | Apocalypse
image from US Navy I woke up to hear a voice on the radio saying that two planes had crashed into the twin towers. I knew instantly it was no accident, but I had no way to compute the information with my pre-9/11 mindset. Then I turned on the TV, and I knew our world...
by Piper Bayard | Mar 12, 2012 | Apocalypse, Life and Death
By Piper Bayard I opened my eyes yesterday and thought, “Who came up with this crap?” The crap I’m referring to is Daylight Savings Time. As if we could save either daylight or time. What is time, anyway? This thing we measure that can’t be measured at all. It flies...
by Piper Bayard | Feb 13, 2012 | Apocalypse, Life and Death
By PiperBayard Grief burns my heart. The friction of Time dragging me through its currents, away from my beloved companion. The barest bloodstain remains in the cracks of the floorboards. A primal testament to her existence. A proof to my disbelieving mind that the...
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