Bike Writer # 35 – There’s More To Beauty Than Just Seeing!!

Beauty unites all things, links together flower and star, with chains more certain than those of reason. The poet, the artist, thus finds the clue which guides them in their pilgrimage throughout the world. – Henry James Slack

Bum Stories

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a weathered man greets me on a corner
his face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracks
but I know it’s there as his eyes always confirm
for a million moments in passing
he shares with me his story
I read every line trenched in his scaling cheek
and coarse wore out locks
paint for me a daily tragedy
and all I do is keep walking

Journal Entry # 152 – Truth Can Hurt, But It Can Also Heal

I’ve wasted so much time and heartache trying to find out why someone no longer loves me. When all I had to do, was accept that they probably never did. Therefore, I’m free. – Ash

The Black Journal (Reconstructed Classroom, Industrial Area, Downtown)

Thursday, 12:15 P.M.


Ah, Det. Frost!
Perfect, you’re here.
OK, since we’re all present, let’s get started.
Follow me, the body is this way.
So, Det. Frost, have you ever dissected a frog?
In high school, perhaps?
Then, how about a teacher?
Ever dissect a teacher?

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Data Boy, Ash

Hey everyone,

Hope you’re off to a great start to the week. Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my habits. Specifically, my digital habits or screen-time. It’s been a love/hate relationship for me recently. I’m a Paralegal by profession and I work at a law firm downtown. So, my day already consists of sitting in front of a computer for eight hours. Then, there’s the smartphone that I carry with me, factor in that I’ve always been a gamer, and while we’re at it, we may as well throw this laptop that I’m using in the mix. That quickly puts me at four devices. By the look of things, my screen-time seems to be already pushing some sort of red zone.

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The Red Journal (The Diner, Afterwards)

MONDAY, 08:35 A.M.

Should I even order coffee?
I hate coffee.
This place does look like it could serve a half-decent pot.
I guess I’ll have to get something just to blend in with these people.
Great, now the waitress is staring at me?
Does she know?
OK, now she’s tapping her pen.
I’m really not in the mood for her right now.
She’s bringing on a headache.
All I can think about is the success of last night.
Yes, I drank cheap disgusting booze with cheap disgusting strangers. But, I prepared for that.
I did go over the line with killing that guy.
Had to though, had to get closer.
And, I did…