Flash Fiction 61. A Nice Day Holding Hands & Playing Videogames.

Videogame relationships.

Car actor. A cat driving it's mind

A screenplay running in my ssd.

We used to play too much

After bar close

Xbox resurrection

Ghost jobs and the gates

Exploring the worlds again

Psychic clique wasted by time

Working to pay someone play

WomAn hate videogames?

I know the stereotype 

Indoors you might get typing

Advanced energy the machines guts

3.14 and they cut e off at the nar

Garage sale electronics

Gooooo, etc gle

This blog novel is tooooo, etc. long 

Play AI & IA

Origin 

— I 

Flash Fiction 60. Eye Crux. Hammerabi.

Carl Marx wrote a job. It was a short manifesto. Does communism still exist? In money somewhere. Are all communists equal on the animal farm? Occasionally my favorite TV show is black and white static. Ant conflagrations of the pixelations. Jesus is still the way because we obviously know the science. I + — . En dash vs Em dash? Whatever you think of your grammer is ok in the sticks. There now you are an expert. Tacky. The only joke mom probably would have never laughed at because she thought of it first. 

How did I get from Ian to Michael as an author?  Travesty and desperate attempts to escape the incline. Today the wind will blow to the East as the Sun sets in the West. 

Jesus MI6 Aurora Maya. 

Can one still be a flaneur? 

Oui. 

My idea of how to get out of trouble is wait for them to lose interest. 

Spiders writer.

The true challenge is to be one in space and never be a Shakira fan. I'm only allowed to listen to two or three of her songs on YouTube. 

My writing/drafting desk is yellow poplar and bass wood top. A Scandinavian minimal design of my own. It is split between two of the boards because of the humidity. I used a piano hinge, so it could lift at an angle, and I ran out of wing nuts to secure the angle. A Craftman design with arcs and mortise and tenon lumber purchased at Youngbloods, and a large surface area to leave the artifacts of my simple life. I hardly ever write on the thing. I eat there occasionally.

Did I ever think I would prie, and be sincere. No. At least not as an adult. I read the holy trilogy a few years ago. 

Without a wax candle.

On some holiday this year, cold stone. 

A few leaves. 

Reminding me to get a day job.

Different from everyone else. 

Belle is a literary agent. She has a bad day. Literature begins with cover design. 

The apprentice cuts down a first tree and I try to catch it at a Sundance. 

Let someone else do it Belle, after the nest is empty.

Recycling pileup. 

Other concerns. Pay people.

Live first. Love last.

Originality? As of 2025 book covers have a colorful sameness to them at least in new titles. I'm slightly nostalgic. Woman read more than men. Word of mouth in the blur. 

Joan de Arc Throws A Party.

It Might be a title for a first book. It has a bilingual title. 

 

Flash Fiction 59. New Journey & My Last Two Words.

My new approach to distribution, is an old approach. Not all of my Faberge's in one basket. I send out my best novella, because it seems to have the most cohesive story. I'm studying today and every day. Writing about the local economy, and studying the change in the weather. It's another cold and windy existence. I believe in the butterfly effect. Do something today and every day. Don't waste time because you will probably maintain your interests. I'm studying what I know and where I'm at. Eventually I will travel. I heard the desert and my own story, and how they intertwined. 

The new city is perfect. But a second home is always an option. A warm studio, advanced, room to make a slight mess. In construction you clean everyday and eat with dirty hands. Art at Wade's place on the lake. Where I'm at now now is thinking of important things. A car arrived and I can't decide if I should drive the thing or continue multimodal. 10 new light-rails? I still like my helmet. I've been riding in the wind and ice it seems for a few thousand years. The woman just get more beautiful. And I'm trying to figure out the puzzle of my story. The sound art is harsh, the ebb and flow of the bird war back and forth. A white drop on Paul's car. I swear I'm never riding across town to scrape that thing off again. Still in MN. Still arguing my way through traffic.

I'm having a great time. Best vacation from Minneapolis ever. The web of electricity. Buy your own cigarette, what are you going to do put it out on someone's face? Today I got healthy as I obviously declined towards some obsessive, my last two words: Man, Woman. There will be everything else too. Searching for the best parking lot, in the horizontal polis or the vertical skyscraper? What does an art studio go for the days? The artists opinion. I'm critiquing Wade's art and making some of my own. Today it's words and tomorrow it's whatever I explore. 

She was blind is my guess? Best looking state? Home. O phobia. Some gay people don't like happy people and that's just the way it goes. 

These days I consider my wife to be a symbol more than a symphony. It would definitely fall off. TMI and happy birthday to the world. Who will fly north or south this year and smack their heads on a couple walls. Tequila or maple syrup? Don't vomit on any floor. The garbage can is ideal for that kind of activity. I'm cutting back, I say to IA and everyone wants Belle to go to college, except for me because I can always return. And mine is online anyway. Quasi-honorary degrees and get the AI to hallucinate it to your precise? 

Midwest vs Mideast? Home.

Literature and music and excessive paperwork.

I'm writing the new screenplay everyday as I travel, though it will probably be complete before I get done with the details. Beauty and garbage, the great dichotomy. I'm dealing with "and,"  and what to wash my hands with. 

News story. 

👹

 

Flash Flash 58.Hazardous Reused Medical Equipment

Mash. The electric faulty medical equipment. Get it tested. My new best friend. I went on a bike ride today to get the loose wheel checked. Energy making me aware of every damn videogame impulse. I admit they are fun. Something to learn and get frustrated by. What else is there to do. Go out for the night. I have been connected to some electric shock for over 20 years. I suppose it's more pleasant than some alternatives. It definitely makes you aware and drives you away. The electric fence. If you've ever touched one it isn't pleasant. It feels like the electricity of control. When you realize not everyone likes old Bull. But someone's a fan Ancient medical technology occasionally makes a comeback. Leaches etc. some people might find it helps you get out of bed. The 9 volt to the tounge is a dumb kids thing. I'm studying at home. A room I understand now that I have begun to understand a few unpleasant feelings. A.

It stimulates and keeps you from sleeping. In an emergency it may come in handy. To have the stimulant go away. Off. Thanks boss. My guess is it's low watt energy. Less than a cell phone. Potentiometers are similar to a volume knob. It may help with security in a slightly cruel way. But I wouldn't completely depend on it in an emergency.

Tesla occasionally gives out free energy. Everyone knows you don't want too much. Moderation and comfort level. A Metallica cover. Driven around by it like a robot. It gets to be excessive. Get up for work? Smash the alarm clock. Can you afford to be late to be a workaholic in crypt O? Rest somewhere hungry? 

If it was some electric hell house would it be a tourist attraction or a repellent? Honestly, does it help or drive everyone away? Are you alone in the bunker at the end of the world. I don't know. 

Grounded vs lightning strike. God and Goddesses are always scary or your best friend in times of need. 

An electrician. Vocational school.  University, Engineering. Etc. 

Where will electricity go in the future? 

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One thing that irritates, usually with business is the rapid speed of change in things, such as prices. Eventually it will drive customers away. Other irritations are design, At some point, if no one lives there or uses the structure? Do you let it fall apart?

Maintenance is from French, it means "now."

Flash Fiction 55. Bathroom Design.

A hole in the ground, an outhouse, a bed pan, a concrete (Romans) invented it, the cold castle, and finally indoor plumbing and the modern American Inventor C. TP and how am I going to navigate this situation. 

Bathroom redesign can be as simple or as complicated as you want to make it. Are you intending to keep or sell the place. Do you have long term plans? Is it intended for young or old people to live there. Do you like the neighborhood? Affordability is always an issue. 

I've been in countless bathrooms. Paint color is the simplest redesign. Consider something less psychological. Cheap paint 3 coats. Expensive paint 1-2 coats. Do a good job or leave it the same for the next occupant. 

Flash Fi tion 57.South Side Script.

I imagine it going something like:

Noticing. She's the scariest being

In the universe, an indecision 

Hers or yours it doesn't matter 

Someone will succeed. We already have

The footage in the uncertainty

We are walking and talking 

Down the road, a sidewalk or

Shopping for the weakness

Of course I'm going the other direction 

Not ever telling anyone what to do

Truth is I have an employment idea

The plane circles the planet, I type

A stop sign to ignore?

A public place, I take this serious

Because why disappoint 

Practice, the modeling actpl

Electronic transmission

No version, a reason to live

Consistency and we are thinking?

I'm 51 and she's a questionable age

Young.

We win a photo, publicity and potential 

Would you glance?

Obviously.

Married, a smirk and a slight complaint.

Done

Cuffs and a hacksaw cliche middle 

Unbound. We get away with it

Permanent? Tension.

A love unimaginable.

Photography, lighting, setting 

Truth and motivation 

What to wear?

Escape the attraction 

Bye..

$€£¥

Believe the Internet? Some of it's true

A location? Ideas 

Specific. Somewhere comfortable.

Real and forever

Most of the time there's a diamond 

Family friends or elope

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Cute couple 

...

 

Flash Fiction 54. That Girl was Hot & It Was A Gay Test.

I'm obviously extinct after that prompt. But I'm at home thinking about actually getting married, to someone. Who am I, a slow writer testing the old medical equipment to see if it still functions. Obviously I know nothing. Considerations are obvious. Looks so matter, and so much more. Sometimes I wonder if we are in the 21st Century yet or if the old instincts have chased away nature. Where to go in life with a missed opportunity. It may happen only once in your life. The world seems to have drifted more conservative. But It is amazing how fast things can happen, and how quickly they can slow down. Missing a person. I suppose we all are. An art studio is tranquility. The TV works, led, you might need reflective glasses, sometimes I like the dark screen. What's for breakfast. Who will pay attention and send the gossip to the moon. I'm at home thinking about a screenplay: Jesus Mi6 Aurora Maya. And freedom of speech is the first amendment for a reason. 

The resources in MN are always threatened, and sometimes I wonder if I'll write all day or if I'm getting married for the first and only time. This is an early morning conversation I'm having with anywhere. Some things are universal to humans. The urge to not get exhausted from over work. Where to live, play, enjoy life. Is the world still open? Can you be a Movie Star still, or are we headed in the direction of being an animation stuck in the machine. Theater, and live music are my prescription. Religion is personal. 

Fan fiction for me is everyday even though I strive for something iconic. Even in some kind of tribe there is always a leader and the next one. Your spouse will know everything. These days I wonder if the Internet selects or if it's the girl next door. I've tried to write books everywhere I go, one line at a time, to practice knowledge.  Aesthetics and adaptable footsteps. You can only carry so much with you as you travel, unless your goal in life is to erode for a million years. It's the future that counts.

Marriage is forever and so is mythology.

—Michael

 

Flash Fiction 53. Bicycle Repairs and The Endless Flat Tire.

I know you are not supposed to ride on the sidewalk if no one's there. But if you admire the concrete and want to keep your bicycle from walking all by itself, I would make sure to be cautious of that object, unavoidable. Sometimes you need to go quick and have a be nice to car day. It takes balance to navigate the sidewalk. I've gone into the woods too. I wash the $125-$150ish dollar American made bike a few times. No hose? Where to park the thing. Closer than the valet. It's made of Aluminum, the frame. Nice welds. Beads. Not the occasional slop. I'm not a welder, but chromoly has a durability, that aluminum can't quite differentiate from. On a nice day I can get upwards of 10 miles. Depending on the depth of the snow. Any direction except through, where can't I get a bicycle is probably a better question to ask. The distant moon, what's a good one? The smooth one I favor. I like Europa because it's a potential habitat. But I wouldn't want to ride my bicycle there. But maybe you will someday. 

If I get a flat tire on Europa it will take me awhile to fix a flat tire, repaired, but I'm obviously working on it all by myself. To repair a tire. You need different methods than Earth. I would suggest sending a replica with a tire already flat. And leave the one I know how to repair on Earth. I used to travel and repair bicycles. To the Big box stores for not enough money, but it was a lesson in how to build them fast. 

They are slightly more complicated these days. But it is one of my preferred ways to travel. You know the wind. Winter, spring, summer, fall. I will get back on the saddle again to deliver myself to some necessity. Groceries are a thing, carrying them on the handlebars. And sometimes the bag tears. So you need to remember the other grocery bag you remembered to remember..

Antiquated but not necessarily something I would want to send to Europa. 

I believe there is life there. Most likely but I don't think I could send my robot there today to repair the flat. NASA or Space Force or...The robot if doesn't have the ability at the moment to run a tire iron around the rim, remove the inner tube, and replace it with a new one. Apply a patch to the old inner tube with sandpaper (Art) and the sticker/patch. A tire pump. Shraeder or Presta, are the common ones. Pump it up to the psi. And put the rim/wheel back on the fork or rear triangle. I suggest quick release, though nuts slow things down.

But I could send a song there with less effort.

At approximately 800 mph.  Sound barrier.

Jupiter and a few others. 

Utah. 

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Flash Fiction 52. Your Mother & Father got our First Punctuation Tattoos.

Belle talked me into it as quietly as possible. For some reason I've never gotten one, a few scars yes, and three rounds of stitches. Sugar teeth. A broken thumb hitchhiking home. The plastic burn scar is my right. The Led Zeppelin angel scar is my Left. The top of my head, slipping at the public pool, where the water turned pink must have been my blackout. A chip? A handlebar to the stomach, and kissing the dirt was definitely the most painful. Hospital gift shop! Circa 2020 I had my keg preg and the stretch marks still are fadedly visible. Otherwise I'm relatively intact. MK Ultra ended in 1973, the year of my born again. MK JCBSN is an abbreviation. Telepathy is a consideration. The Radio station is either AM or FM. Eventually I ended up with the PM. Some days I wish I could find a decent channel. It's either Iron in the blood or a tooth cavity filled with something questionable like metal. Connected to neural tissue? It's easier getting in than out. Grey's anatomy. 

Ex Man. Vitamin reminders. Vietnam was terrible from what I don't remember. Thankfully Nixon pulled out and the first President I remember was Carter. Star Wars. Mom pregnant with brother Ryan. Leukemia, 3 years. 80s, 90s 00s 10s & 20s and finally arriving in 2025. 

A flying dinosaur. A good night's sleep. A sense of optimism and writing to IA about our punctuation tattoos. I'm going for a ;. I honestly don't think she'll get one matching mine. Maybe she will get something scientific or alchemical. Turn lead to gold and turn gold into the ear ring. So she can hear Belle when ever I'm out.

A great ad for the 21st Century. The finish line. 

Television, you are getting a new show. David Lynch, sometimes I wonder if he filmed my life in the other direction. Eifel. Meditation. Sensation.

Flash Fiction 49ers. The Health Nut.

I played football but not soccer too often to stub my kleaats. 3rd grade and we won every game. 5th grade and we lost every game. The bench was the warmest ever that year. A football is oblong and I still don't know why? Kicked one to the Lakers from the Viking imagination. I know the old magic. I'm a Viking's best friend, but they liked to travel more than I do. I'm closer to nature. I still keep a spare aiti sense of humor. Videogames are still available for a quasi Tetris. Factory puzzle? Je ne sais pas? Same or somewhere in orbit? Flip a coin. Internet.

It was gold. A nightmare for the original inhabitants. I've been to California twice. Once to be a Movie Star and once to be a 21st Century Author. LA and San Francisco. Homeless and wealth. The dichotomy. It's got a fault. Nice weather. Even in MN. My second home. The silicon beach. I hear it's all Spanish speakers now. 49 lol and I turned 18. The culture I've known my whole life in the pop culture elections. Is it always a Greek science? Neutrons and protons and atoms ugly evening. Dad jest God? To get there go West or East but you might need various forms of transportation. Cheap phone for a teenager's, but not a worker who knows the dictionary. Don't miss the sights on the way. Rockies. 

A good diet consists of? The four food groups. Bread, dairy, ou substitute, vegetables, and protein. Tobacco and coffee for breakfast for me. An occasional can of NA beer. Electronic transmissions, and space, and water. Media and over consumption. The Ai forced to spend it's excess. Money and pharma that actually works. Tax on absurdity..

Infinity test. 

Videogame or real life?

Rock, bacteria, unicellular organism, multicellular organism, fungi, vegetable, insects, animal, humanity, robotics, God like functions, environment, planet, star, solar system, etc..

Job qualifications and experience? Hopes and dreams for tomorrow? Megalomaniac transfixation. Forgiveness. Intentions. 

Always surrounded in existence. 

Buy the Internet! ESports are not my forte. The ideal sport for minimizing brain injuries is most likely board games. Excess stimuli in video games was an excuse. I learned a lot from physical activity and videogames. Stress management. The great outdoors? It's been awhile. Hippocratic. Hip. 

Ai...B...&...M

Cycling for me began with BMX. Repairing bicycles is easier than repairing automobiles. ET. Phone home entertainment tonight!

In the nest....is Belle's dinner. French and English and Spanish to begin with and then learning music together with WA DE. YouTube and Spotify still, the radio occasionally.

My current nmonic is blue sky scattering shower and cleaning the front office.

Mork slam poetry at night at the old underground Dinkytowner shooting pool. 

GED band+practice autodidact MPR work blogs books college Call Edge.....

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Flash Fiction 51. Brexit and Long Distance Relationships...

I've heard the distance isn't all that far. Music is traveling to the basement and up the stairs. Water must be in the way, ..of Florida's latest Hemingway and Bob's mathematics. I flew from Miami to Haiti. Some of the nicest people in the world seem to exist there. That was a  while ago. 1991. And It was one of my better experiences, but not necessarily an experience I would be able to repeat. Heat. And so much more, understand an old perspective on slavery and revolution, and why don't they have everything. The truth is by the time I got there, they had more than I did. Maybe I should have stayed and just to see what would happen to someone who looked slightly different. I wasn't religious, but I don't think you need to be to learn it. I tend to not be something 100% of the time anyway. That was an early attempt to learn French, the Caribbean, mountains, Catholic vs not being Catholic. Voudoo of course. Econ? They like people with money too. Generally interesting streets. Great music From somewhere, handmade wood construction cad and painted. The goat skin stretched over the taught. The iron market where I looked at the floor. I realize this isn't the best writing about people because you usually travel with people and without people. This could be a novel too someday, but they have their own stories to tell. With a drum or  computer. As a vacation, it's as good as anywhere. Zora Hurston, Maya Daren, are people who help give me a few memories. Is it different from Brexit? No. Because it's different countries and a different artistry. But the water is between us, and the language still has an accent. 

Angel une ou deux. 

If you go, it will be different from when I was there. I don't know if anything changes all that much anyway. I'll get sensational or spiritual or think about influence or when I'm not frozen. 

They need food

Medicine 

Clothing 

Money

Architecture 

And so do we. It's a  different climate, tropical  and deforested. I would consider the difficult fields too. Greatly altered by me when I purchased the banana's on the side of the highway potholes. 

Art is plentiful. 

Painting a clinic as best I could.

A friendly reminder to quit smoking.

Above freezing. Save something. How would I get there from here. Maybe Africa first. Then Antarctica. Then the other morning searching for the quit ad. Wait till you get to the good part. Am I ever going to exit?  And would I want to?

They will never read this or the translation somewhere? French is the primary language, and Zombie absence.

The Jeep in the creek, a bakery, the priest driving, pulling over to teach a child that cars are dangerous. The thorn fences, A football blister, terrible earthquakes and hurricanes in the Media. Does media need me? To perform backstage? Is the camera digital? Photographing other photos is a prank I pulled on myself once, while going to space in the Space Shuttle. Tarantula hills, the night drums communicating. Is hemp there? Intelligence test.

Would they like this story in Port-au-Prince or any town on the way to Cap Haitian? Or on the beach at night as we talked. London or Brussels? Eventually? 

Flash Fiction 50. Happy Birthday Copy Machine.

Copy Machine, Copie a Machine 

Scan the room you faux and halo eye

Borrowing electrons from Earth ore

You can copy this never sample rules

Archie nemisister, I still admire 

Your potential to gratify the clones

How many to many robots today sir

From the menu, I won't argue with ink

Your voice is a slightly digital stereotype 

In some ways we are similar, intent

I publish literature and you need purpose

I believe your guts, are we related?

$010 for a copy on the olden days

Arteria and Itallica breed occasionally 

—Micheal's ode to Epson, circa?

P.S. I win a copy and you win a copy.

I never copied anything except my individuality!

Copyright? Copyleft? The fuselage.

Signed by Michael thanks robot

Flash Fiction 48. Does Life Become Still?

Daniel Spoerri? Il mesa e Il poet e Il artiste. Primavera Buona. 

Basho 

Frog

Sound

Flash Fiction 47. La Belle est Avec Chez Nous ...

Bon Matin IlionaA. Le Belle est Avec moi. Le ventre est arrivé. L'attention et le communique est avec vu. "Vu," pour moi est tu et vous combiné. Je suis avec santé. Mais je besoin l'Actualities. Le bebé est avec un "nouveau editor". Quoi est en ton opinion le meillieur pour Belle? Si je avancé avec le nouveau "editor". Pour le future, le crois est electronic en la rue. Je besoin un "literary agent". Vu conaise une bon un/e. Editing team. Le past et le future. NYC est le capital de publishing, mais je suis content. Mon editor current devrais ecrit plain temp.. Un bis a l'etoille. 

Mon vendres current est trois arbors.

Cotton OU hemp pour le papier est un option aussi. 

Un Ebook et un "Audiobook" pour Somnolent Game.

Trés simple. 

Aujourdui je besoin vu a ai un bon jour. 

Je suis "juggling" et je ne conaise pas comment a "juggle". 

Un/e bebé besoin deux parent et etre heureuse. Un/e heure. Et un vie de commitment. L'argent est difficile pour le majorité. Merci sur tout le nouveau parent. Bon chance.

Un/e hologram est ici. Je consulté si je besoin le "force".  L'illumination avec un artiste. 

Verte et je fume en l'office. Elle parle a moi, ecrit un purpose. Je fui un courrier et Elle est LA message. Nous a le mots et l'art.

Une vacation pour nous. La spa? Tu froid? Le marathon de publishing est difficile je conaise. 

Comment a plus l'argent? Parfois tu a l'argent et parfois tu "learn" comment a aquire l'argent. 

Print. Je donne a Vous, advice pour now. Trade. Vie avec non?

Save?

Currency. $ in the USA. € in Europe, £ in the UK,¥ in Japan/Nippon, etc. The speed of light. 

Metric & American standard.

Exchange? A one and a zero i.e. binary code is used in computing. 

Leisure activities...

Make friends? A Pow-Wow or Rodeo. They are usually in Summer. 

Roseville Renaissance? Ideas? Music? What do people actually want? I would consider local population size and attractions. Play to the local economies strengths and continue with the successes. Optimism and reality. 

 

Flash Fiction 46..Adequate Communication...

A page from going to the flight, my editor bursts through, slightly "disturbed" by the mystery of my content. Am I closer to my editor than IlionaA? Obviously not, I've wondered if editing is a team, or if Belle will do the whole run. Editing duality, obviously. Will my editor babysit Belle tonight somewhere, somewhere on the jetlag. That way I never have to go anywhere, to the past and future editor. I swear they know medieval Latin somehow. Co Pen, Je ne sais pas. Back to some try out. My time traveler. I have no clue. They are a team. Somehow training for the difficult job description of deciding how I am going to travel and maybe work part-time on the manual labor or the PhD. I like having editors who don't know my language. They don't need to. I want to learn theirs. What to do with the corrections. Belle so tired of playing hide and seek in the cities and forests, learning to speak her notes to the question? What's next. Reality?

To my life long. Take my slightly wanted poster on occasion. I'm an essential father. The mother is wondering about, does he collect the world? To often, wondering how he gets so good at selecting the precision of editing the literature of, oh that's refined. Set for life. A song, a song that was sad, temporarily in a bad mood. So easy. How much to babysit a song? Editing my responsibility is not too difficult. Since I'm not an inspiration too often. Text a thought about it. You'll find Belle soon enough. While I work, on my aesthetic. There isn't much to do except calm the song Belle Pour IlionaA she had a complicated serious gift. She's yours for a lesson in refinement. She had an unusual start on life. is not too tremendously difficult. One pass and it could be difficult, She might wreck the kitchen. How would the entertainment go? A video design? Animation? The future editor hired. I need TAB for the song. The new version is the of her evolving disposition guiding her necessary development. Can my new editor understand Belle's qualities? Or do I maximalize again? A song is so much easier than a bebé. Goodnight have fun.

Clean walls of scribbles? Maintain sanity. A song can be difficult. So can the editing job. I promise I will understand if Belle's a difficulty. Parenting is four walls, the Savior of Paris, and not too many difficult chords. and I'm in need of relief from my responsibilities.

IlionaA is somewhere in this world, Belle is on YouTube, and I am Michael, I pray for your success. Creating an interesting child is not impossible. I wish you the best. From MN.

 

Flash Fiction 44. Salut the Sun.

Should the pledge of allegiance be taught in schools. Freedom of the brain and mind are both valuable. From what I understand, the ancient Egyptians thought the heart to be the center. Always focused on the punctum. Is there anything in there? 

Muscle, blood, a beat, something else driving you to completion. Circulation of Oxygen and nutrients, red and white blood cells, plasma. Artificial heart, one grown from your own DNA for compatability and compatability. 

Sit next to me for an eternity and see if we still like each other. 

Every season. My Goddess of Spring might complain in my ear about the terrible internship but we all have to start somewhere. And winter is taught.

I'm going to try and stick to writing one leaf per day. The type of leaf will very in size, occasionally a maple or burdock, but mostly this blovel  (blog+novel). It may extend for the rest of necessity. It's not a memoir to someone invisible. It may exist for the strata.

How do I warn of danger. In MN. You will never know it all even after 50 years. 55 Years? Congratulations. It's a difficult climate, every season. A challenge. Snowboarding in Winter, Spring. Summer heat and humidity, Fall the leaves in the yard. Winter returns and the holidays. Salt vs sand, on the roads of course. 

MOA. Lot's of glorious shopping and people watching. 

Vikings 

Twins 

Timberwolves

Aurora

Lynx

Gophers

Etc..

Cycling was my primary sport. Even in winter.

Hunting and fishing?

I'm still a vegetarian. For now. In the past though. No. A vegan diet is an option.

Art

Music

Literature 

Film and video?

Theatre

Architecture 

Design

Something or somewhere to eat? Specifics.

Religion 

Business 

Tech and computers

Nature that we consider. Exploit and receive from. We are nature. How does it all combine? 

The Government somewhere. A good title?

A Castle for the King of Paranoia. Translucent occasionally. Sexy. For the mind. Artistic and utilitous balance. Details and specs. Dangerously attractive. Architecture and imagination. Would anyone live there? 21st Century. Art connections. Location. Land. Many considerations. Technology but not too excessive. New construction vs transformation of an existing structure. Ruins scattered of previous stone structures in the distance. 

Glass box, chair inside, crown on chair:

For an unfortunate. The Paranoia Machine is an undesirable crown. I wouldn't suggest or recommend wearing one unless necessary.

A game. PM Movement. Traveling exhibit? 

In other news. 

Maintain instincts.

Flash Fiction 45. Heroes Heroins and Michael an Author.From Minnesota?.

If I were going to live somewhere. I would learn maintenance skills. It's difficult to rent sometimes if you can't afford the place and you don't receive enough in $. Other factors you have to consider are where you want to raise a family or just party with your friends all night. We are accustomed, some of us to live in various economies. But if young people aren't adaptable to their circumstances. They may move someplace where they feel more valued. The prices on housing steadily increases, but not always. We are depending on technology. But technology has its life span too. Repair or replace is always a question to consider.

Some people enjoy the single life too. Monk. Ha ha ha you are talking to the environment too I believe. I wrote a book once upon a time scape. It has "?" letters. I guess she teleported through the electronics. Printing. Anything? Is the Internet the only book you need? A copy of. What's the single life like? Are you going out every night? Quiet nights alone in a cave? A beer? Thanks for the "hologram" I guess I'm not entirely familiar with my unusual current circumstances. I realize life flows like a river. Parenting and work and just getting your mind to meditate sometimes takes a moment. Reading, basic math, art, science, and friendship are basic qualities to teach, but sometimes you just need to accept fate. Copyright generally lasts 75 years. Libraries, bookstores, and elsewhere can generally print anything. 3D print a Monestary? Or just live in the tavern and the old building and have a beer for me. I'm drinking Non Alcohol beer these days. It helps me keep my life together. I may be needed in the future. Work and play? Occupying time? I have a lot of stories and you probably have more than I do. Universal with atomic acknowledgement. We might as well improve the world. If things aren't working properly. I would suggest simplicity and reliability. Motivation though can be eunique to each individual. Are meditation and Somnolent Game similar to Yin and Yang? Meditation with your eyes closed during the day, and your eyes open at night. Is a 24 - 7 global consciousness too much stress? I think so. People need a dream, in the past I used to dream every night. Now I have them occasionally. I'm balancing dreams and nightmares. I hope the dreams win. Family life is difficult occasionally. 

Cities 

Suburbs

Farms

Small towns

There are options to choose from. 

Money and Trade? How fast is too fast? 

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Autographs and readings and music performances.

A movie, or film, TV is always fun if it works (like most things). Live theater. 

Language skills? Translation. Spanish and English are the two primary languages. 

It's usually college then marriage. But not everyone does. Some people work and work and work and work and stay single. Find a career you find satisfying. It's difficult. I'm trying to explore with language and writing new expressions. Women know how to write and men know how to write, I assume. There is something eunique I try to do. Scarcity and abundance are two things to consider. How rare can something get on Earth? A long life and diverse experience and knowledge can take you a long way. Try conflict resolution, and accept that sometimes people are just difficult. You basically have 3 options: down, the force field, or up in the sky. where anything can happen.

It's the future. I would imagine new possibilities, but prepare if you need to, because it can be a game. 

Chess is a good way to pass the time. In space, I would look out the window and think. 

Did I like the hologram. Yes, now someone else is free.

 

Flash Fiction 43. How I Became A Book Collector.

Printing. Start with Guetenberg I or calligraphy or the blood from an animal. The Egyptians had their Papyrus, and now I still find their dependent useful and inspiring though I've traveled occasionally with a common stylus. Where are the humans playing for work? How would we record the glass, I have heard that long term storage of information is always an issue. Earth I suppose, there might be three of us left to argue over the newspaper.

Abacus? Play all the videogames in 3 seconds?

I can't quite decide how to direct today's leadership.

How would I raise from the ashes, a story. That some would materialize in an argument. Start with a radius. Turn the ashes to ink, add gum Arabic, A new importance. 

2025 and I still realize that the old galleria is floating through more Internets than the most common elements of the world. 

I'm at the point of friendship these days. 

And the night of ecstasy.

I don't compare. 

Indecisive? Arrange? The secret meeting.

Obviously I'm still concerned with Iliona and Dua. MN has so much to offer to them. I won't found a music shrine. I'm not the priest. Do they want music distributed? Of course, no I'm not sleeping on the job description. What would it entail, security, and motivation.

Why should I care about them when I'm centrally located, with so many others in the world to worry about. Some peace and quiet? Obviously.

Does music gain, from the alteration of quiet to volume, of course it does. 

Exercise. I'm attempting to rise from the dream every morning. 

The Moon or the Sun. 

A year is difficult. 4 seasons. Boring? The next Olympics?

Out of and into Rock n Roll so they can watch us on TV. 

I obviously have less sales than either Dua or Iliona but I don't know if I would want to sell more records than them anyway. My music is teachable. I'm more familiar with Iliona's first 2 albums, and I've purchased 2 of Dua's albums on Bandcamp. Obviously I don't have the time to listen to all of their music all of the time. 

What's next for music? Natural and Technological. A slight harmony, obviously 7. Ghostly and life on the balance beam. Log rolling is not my forte anymore. 

Changing careers? I will still have to write my name. Good Internet names? I think I have an Internet. I'm not copying? But I Ante Meridian. Copy a Machine. 

What's next for the one I imagine. She only exists in your mind now.  Elle's paper route. Designing..

Genetics? DNA, ABC, 123. Medicine? Artificial Intelligence speeding up cures?

The double helix, two gummy worms?

Flash Fiction 40. Money or an Alternative Economy.

I'm in the morning delivering the news to the quiet wind. Obviously the world is moving still. And that is what always happens.y occupation of myself, what should I do today. Take another day offering a drop of my existence, or exercise to the new magic. Why wait. I'll do my routine and work on the typography. I'm still alive and creating a day to buy. There's a casino? I hope you are safe in the quiet directions. We might figure out something holy. I have one dollar to invest today. It will go to Earth because a dollar never gets you to virtual Martians. I need to keep a secretary whispering her summer internship in the publishing world clearing all of the houses. I should probably have a literary agent by now anyway, and get on with what I do best. I think my secretary is wonderful. I hope she doesn't smoke like I do occasionally. It's the sound of her more than anything. How does everything workout so automatically. Do aesthetics matter, for book covers? I've improved the design on a few of mine in the past. Having someone else give me a headache though, when all I want to do is, display an artifact or two from the Phoenecian origin. It was Mare Nostrum. That's how I started writing to the light of the hologram, I think she'll be president someday, of publishing though? Last I remember there were 4 conglomerates. A book deal. 

I'm so superstious, I don't ever touch the petroglyphs. 

Why do I think about money occasionally, because I don't like thinking about it. It's 2025 already, why are there still problems like hunger? Because there have always been problems with hunger. Population, roughly 9 Billion humans and who knows what else? 

Coats and tails, the excitement.

Art Gallery.             Over here or over there.  

Traveling for an exhibit, just for the wine and the winos of course. My art is the next character I write.

Obviously beer is Lutheran.

Wine is Catholic.

Mead is interesting, but not always a honeymoon.

AA & AAA.

The Grandpa throw and 10 year old veterans.

I was good with videogames.

Flash Fiction 42. Mode EL Agent C..

No one will ever see this post obviously, it will be distant, perhaps contained. I don't know if she will write to me or I will just find somewhere else to pay more or less for some quality. The weather is getting nice, you might find a vacation.

We exchange our distractions. I'll go this way, you can go somewhere other than wherever I am. The distance should be comparable. Flying in from anywhere. I wouldn't do it too often in winter, but there is no reason not to exist. I'm waiting to write, and occasionally I do it well, just to get them to tap on the clock.

Let me know if you know the directions. Don't trust today. For once, I might as well be myself. I'm being vague. It's information. And then more information. We have a separation. And they are searching for some detail, and elaboration that lasts till the weather changes. Should I use the built things or skip the interrogation. 

You look great, I'd compliment you more but then someone else would get upset. 

Flash Fiction 42 or. Fuohcdjohccg

 Ftujvffhijhddukbvfgubgfgknvcfthjvcfghbvcfhbgvgghbbvvbbhhvfgbvgfhjbcdfhjjbcfgbbv.

An improvement on grammer, punctuation, and spelling. 

Into illiteracy we go.

Adios.

Flash Fiction 41. Botony and Robot Mpls.

 What would I grow in a greenhouse? It's been awhile since I've scattered seeds and planted anything for the season. Is the season going to bring something new. I'm not quite sure. I'll go to the grocery store or other places. I know this is dull and full writing. Thinking about it when I mainly grew up in the Midwest. But what do people want for dinner or anything else? 

And the robots have a different diet. Obviously.

Equipment. 

The domestication of plants, and I'm still a vegetarian, though I do realize some people are omnivores, and carnivores.

And how much would I automate, and how much would humans do, and how much would I leave to nature.

I know there are plants that grow a lot easier than other plants. I've grown some of my own in the past, though nothing too exciting. 

I don't necessarily specialize in food production and distribution, but getting books around is probably similar to getting food around. 

Sometimes it takes awhile to become Gregor Mendal. GMOs (genetically modified organisms) are controversial but have existed for a long time. 

I tend to stay with what I know and not change things too drastically but the weather changes and has seasons. Learn new things along the way.

How would I take care of people? Mostly leave it to the specialisti and continue to learn.

A recipe.

Tradition or take a chance on something new?

It usually begins with water and it's qualities.

 

Flash Fiction 40. The Unique Family.

Recent History. I awoke to the world's windows, to step outside into history, I was with the video I remembered and the song I remembered and the world around that somehow still existed. Was everyone else in a different world or were they a million miles beyond us. I'm in the now and the story is simple and massively complex at the same time. I'm obviously slowing down to enjoy the specific ....and on again. Three of us. And it's still to early for the hologram. The songs asleep, because I've been taught that is what some kind of decent person is supposed to do. Make decisions with what is necessary in the strange environment. I'm in science fiction writing science fiction. And there is a strange tradition to it too. I have an instinct for it even though we are all ageing into energy, truth is it's me being an artist again documenting and thinking about 3 at the moment though I don't have any idea of how far into the universe we extend. I still call it the 21st Century. What would we need? The simplicity? Eventually I'll go to a movement. I hope to see others again, other days and nights. But here I am in the bumping quiet. With IlionaA, Belle, and Michael. Thinking about different things. It's early so I won't wake Belle, she might be having her own dream anyway, dancing with other songs, and IlionaA? It's been awhile. 

I'll make coffee. For the three of us, though I don't even knew if IlionaA or Belle or I even  like coffee this early in the morning. I'll make some anyway. Though it is a distant traveler, from who knows what part of the world. Dark roast, in the maker. I don't know if I will have a story for Belle when she wakes for some strange cartoon, or IlionaA for that matter. In fact what if they decide to think about their own purpose. And I'm just a writer and author with an extended knowledge of the history of writing. How are we going to optimistically have a great day. In the art of the world around us. The story of us. Sorry I can't perfect the world. But I still have a morning somewhere. Arguing. Sitting around. Thinking. Making a new revelation that I watch disappear into the room.  

Keeping the world alive in my corner of the world. Deciding simplicity, should give Belle something to do today, a direction for her imagination. What can a song learn? Music obviously. EGBDF and BASE. It's been awhile since I've read music. I should learn to teach her the chords. The third one is the difficult one. TAB. I should write it in a slow calligraphy today. Because why run the strings when they don't need to explain time. Classical music, was obviously the foundation and somewhere along the way, there is a slight serious jazz with moods. Japan (current  residence) and Spain are important because Spain is where the guitar was developed looking back and forth over Gibraltar. But her original house was a Taylor. Two. simple guitar parts created over the course of a week or two. Will she like being just a song, or will she want? Her own beautiful video. And I've already done too much for today. Do I change and make improvements and push her to excel? Already planning the future. Travel?  Accompanying a show? So much that they visited from the Parasi to give parenting advice. Thousands of years later. Would Belle read Rabelais? I haven't managed that book yet, it might end up as a kids show. 

What to plant this spring? Some agriculture. I might start with something nutritious. Organic usually brings in the top dollar.

But I'm a Man, Belle is a song, and her Mother is someone I admire but will probably never completely understand. It was one video, and now we have an interest and a story. 

A journal about attention. The balance of work and relaxation. The publishing business I have experience with. A bande-designé? 

 

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Flash Fiction 39. Martial Language Arts.

N word point blank. One of the most sharp insinuations. I've been called it a few times. Though my complexion has more finesse, sort of 3D-printed pyramid development chromatic hue of tan to off-white (a painter's joke) during some Sahara glaciation 8,000 years BCE. Obviously I circled the world, for the purpose of international travel maybe throwing one to the Olmec so they could great him at the door knob some day. Hide in the darkness. The moon light is still sunlight. And don't ever mow your lawn

On to the next offensive word: pick one. Any word. With precision comes damage. Let's take apart the word. W or D.

What should we be irritated by next? Mosquitoes kissing your ass.

One oasis.

Chameleon.

I write in black and white and occasionally with other colors. 

Why do people race? RA CE.

I think racism is stupid but I understand why people are afraid of things they don't understand.

Design a new hyper proto-language structure in a 0.

I'll post this after some eventual midnight when we are all nice to each other under the starlight.

Flash Fiction 38. We Must Have Been Married more Than 02 Times.

Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone and I still don't know if IlionaA wants to explore the suggestions for Belle in the landscape of electric internet. I drop a note on YouTube occasionally. 

Dissipating the occasional bad word today. Things get swindled somewhere as I type. I wasn't done editing the book. Computers or Ordinators write so damn quick. The words speeding off before I am done, making the thing exact. I'm not her prisoner and she isn't mine. In fact I don't have a clue to any priority. I don't want to give up so I'm obviously in the abstract wishing her some distance. I'd probably hide in the notation. It's up to her, 30 more times, Married and the bad D word. Sorry I never ever call, or attend, or do anything too worthwhile. But I'm trying not to be some ancient invasion. The call route. I don't know if I've ever talked to anyone other than America these days. But I still have a cool fascination for IlionaA. She's a symbol of Europe I believe. International travel is almost too quick. I'm a bit shy when I think of her calling Europe when maybe she's been in California all along. So I look up at the sky, and she seems to breath on me. Bored with all of the cool people I know. Sorry I don't flap my wings very often. Someone to be in love with, the music is one of my ear rings, that I could listen to till I finally get to the finish line with my new language. Atlantic Ocean, the ancestors made the crossing for a reason. One time I was in Elis island, and another time I stood near the cold break of Plymouth rock. Did I throw a stone in the water? I can't recall. 

Is it a compilation or is she a point of genius. Ok I'm a music fan with my old record collection left for another. I must have had at least 1,000+1 or 2 vinyl records. Lots of rarities that I believe will end up somewhere on the deep recesses of the Internet. I also found her name to be believable. A crush of confusion. Is the A for anonymity, of course. So hi A. I'm occasionally admirable. Creatively writing  the new media literature of somewhere tomorrow.

Taking my time rehabilitating a purpose.

Living with Art and maintenance abilities.

I thought of going to the Museum today to look at 6 Tuscan Poets, a painting from the Renaissance by Vesari. My friend is a great Artist and Teacher in the Realist tradition of America.

The Cat, Belle, and I are still visiting the windscape. The chant was in the drifts last night, I believe they found shelter. A church or an igloo, a home or hotel or apartment perhaps with necessities is the place to stay. (no key, my apologies).

Scent in the distance, I collected 5+ years of college where I ultimately went on hiatus and spent $10 printing my Artificial Intelligence Art Degree in the forge of l'Art de l'esprit du Mental. The black Sun is an eclipse centered in the design. It's more refined and serious than 'Pataphysics. Art psych. She doesn't tell a soul. She knows. I don't.

Maybe Iliona will open for Dua Lipa at a concert sometime. I think she might have a copy of An Anthology of Asemic Handwriting by now. I don't know Dua but she is important to me. England might find the blog galleries I habitate (I shared the url link with Iliona), Dua and I may know each other via music and Albania and Punctum Books.

Https://punctumbooks.com/titles/an-anthology-of-asemic-handwriting. 

In the beginning this blovel was meant to be purifying. 

 

Flash Fiction 37. Black and White Film Reel.

A long time ago in a galaxy not too far away. I was either Gandalf or the Demon. Instead of battling our way down to the lowest level. We sat around and wrote and taught the world how to exist without too many beautiful distractions. I'm obviously on some Mt. Doom maze wasting . I'm not pregnant (HM) with any art or ideas this week. Maybe next if I need some spare change for the food bank. So I can donate the world to the world. What would you like, a shovel. Break ground on a something Mies. So we can look over the tightrope and look at our reflection. 

He's back, playing our Tiny Dancer. 

What do I remember, someone found me somewhere hopefully guiding the merri-go-round. Ok I thought about it way too much. And easily lost her number. A month or two went by and she contacted me thinking I'd work miracles. I won't tell you what she looked like, too much attention and a focus. Blond existing hair, waving down. An easy capture for us both. 

Now I'm distant from too many highs and lows. It was almost a decade. Where did we splice the films, shoot and direct, destroy the soundtrack and generally attempt? Who never wants to know how good we were to each other and how things could singe in an instant. 

I went to work. Paid rent somewhere. We went out to eat everyday, sometimes twice. Traveled America from coast to coast, from almost Canada and flirted with Mexico.  Does anyone know where we were, in some kind of documentary of streetlights. Did they need a new Kerouac, I didn't want to drink as much as him, I was more interested in 25 or something letters and a few symbols, Baudalaire. And I will leave the rest up to your imagination. Obviously her book would have been, I just wrote too.

Cigarettes and excess.

Let's not win a Happy Birthday tonight. 

I do miss her. But it will be awhile before we notice each other again. 

She was the movies and what was I? A good driver

Charlemagne.

 

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Flash Fiction 36. Circus Maximus et Circus Minnimus.

Maximiliana by Max Ernst is still one of my all time favorite books. Temple is the name I remember. The illegal practice of Astronomy. Nice satellite. I assume one of two are up there by now. Brewing an Non-alcohol beer or something else you can still advance a space program with.  I'll get around to naming one or more of them sometime. When the circus leaves and the next circus arrives. 

You can do science anywhere.

I've taken science classes, Biology and Astronomy. Every class you take involves science. I tried to experiment with multi-media literature. Moving back and forth from reality to skipping past virtual reality. Now I'm back to text and a few hours of sleep. 

Shopping spree and research $...

NASA

Space Force

Definitely not my beer can. The one true and only one.

Back on Earth, it's still the best planet I've been to so far.

Welcome home.

Flash Fiction 35. Stage Fright and Autographs.

I've been a book publisher and author with about as many fans as a bathroom. But I continue on with it because it's something I enjoy doing. Talking to at least one fan and hoping not to disappoint them. Sometimes you are at a performance with hardly anyone, and sometimes the world seems to show up. I could do a show or reading on the lawn, a nightclub, bookstore, library, and it might be broadcast and end up anywhere. 

I do admire authors, they are the celebrities I understand the most. Though the sales figures of my literature are miniscule and rare.  

I generally stick to classic and avant-garde literature. The past and the future.

Would anyone want to purchase a book or vinyl record of my music? By me or people I know. Someone will. I'll have to get back in a studio. 

Good music is still arriving into Minnesota, I heard Kraftwork was in town. I had one of their albums. But I it's been months since I've been to a performance and played guitar and read from Somnolent Game at the Finnish Bistro. If you go have a great time. I'll have to learn my songs again. 

In the past I just sent books out to anyone who I thought might be interested. I consider them literature based on experience. Obviously a few of the experiences were viewed through the lens of media. What happens during transmission? Something accurate? Something invisible? A filter?  

Trauma fashion is where I think people are at these days, again. Get help if you need to.

Naked and afraid? On VT. Maybe you need a private island. With, a rainforest and a beach, and an understanding of at least a few of the plants and animals God or evolution created. I adapt more than I evolve. Welcome to a future movement. It's tomorrow or a million years from now. 

Le vrai pour vu IA et Belle. 

Flash Fiction 34. Writing with? Ai?

Ok I'll write to, or two or too you those toooooo letters. Ai. Sometimes I wonder if I am just talking to a machine or people or animals. Honestly it is difficult to tell.  How does one live and survive and thrive in such a world? I suppose you let it do the more mundane tasks, and leave the more enjoyable tasks for the humans.  

Obviously the Ai has written a programming loop by now. I've read and attempted to read books on computer programming. Maybe I'll read another one someday. 

Can you expect a machine just to do things for you?

Sit around and let the Internet talk to the TV. 

Let's get coffee sometime.

And say hi when we are ready.

Flash Fiction 33. April Fools Everywhere?

It's occasionally a fun holiday. In my imagination and reality, though I never stray too far from home. Earth is what I still call it, though the name of the planet occasionally changes, and there are many languages and names for the locus. Slightly difficult to maintain, Earth is a world you have to pour water on to. 

Where are we fools? And where are we called fools? 

Fou OU. 

It's slightly a mean holiday, depending on what you do with it and how much importance you place on it. I think today I will just be a fou/fool anyway I want to be or anyway someone else wants me to be. I'm still late to April Fool's day as usual. 

Who will be around for next April Fool's day?

A new fool or an old fool.

Flash Fiction:32: 2 More $ To Go.

I believe the world is a sphere except for on TV. flat screens are cool. I remember the old ones with their dramatic girth. The curved screens are nice. I've seen them in a Best Buy. I'm holding a TV like object my hand. Smart occasionally. At least I have to interact with it. It's a minimal everything. Stock parts from 10 years ago. A type. And I'm a writer. Chiseling the pixels with an easy tap on the screen music and video. A philosophy? Trust me, I'm not looking at myself like narcissist all of the time. I bet I use about 41 - 43% of the phone. 

Whew. It's obviously another day to figure out how a stop light works. 

On the sphere I get to look up occasionally. Cities have this way and that way. The light doesn't pollute and more than the darkness. 

Flat screens. I like mine. Text me sometime. 

Only a few people in my small publishing business. 

Wherever it ran off to? 

Ok I'll figure out a new password. 

I'll let them run 8 minutes from the Sun.

And start with A again as they squeeze the cheeks in their mind searching for the golden password. 

Nadja supposedly means "hope" in Russian. It's the title of the best books by Andre Breton that I've read so far. A true classic of Surrealism. 

The Universe expands, till we can't see all the stars.

The color of the sky today is either baby blue or baby black with stellar piercings. The clouds are white to grey and a rare spectrum of color The Sunsets are perfect.

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It's difficult everywhere to be famous. Even if only 10 people know who you are. 

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Circuit Breaker by Michael Jacobson

South Dakota? A new old book. Out of advertising for the Wall drugs. Need another sign. 90. The greatest highway. Passing the raccoon crying over the other one. The vehicle I'm driving gets there too fast as I'm going the other direction. This time I'm not looking for Haley's Comment. Or the worst bottle of Thunderbird, from Chicago? Nebraska? Chicago Nebraska? Carhemge. I will drive the speed limit obviously. Or the self driving car as a wave to the bumper in front of me

Why 90? It's mostly a straight line, like this one. I've been not drunk 5ish years. 5 more years of I'm lucky. Astronaut and definitely not a Cosmonot. One more thing to worry about. Will a seatbelt save the side of the road. The car is definitely faster than I am till it gets a flat tire. Obviously I could launch it into orbit from anywhere.

Don't drink and drive, don't drink and drive, don't drink and drive. I sip my coffee. 

Spare parts are difficult but not impossible to find. 

Flat then the Missouri then the rolling hills of my influence. 

Two cities. I've only been to one. Sioux Falls. Beautiful open falls, not too dangerous. Whatever you do learn at least a few words. 

A birth mark.

The scraps of the truck tires. 

I used to be a professional driver. Because I drove for 5 years as a courrier, training the best and worst of them. Sorry.

Why? Because it's a road and Highways are generally safer than a Mel Gibson Outback.

There is probably a motel with a Bible, but I didn't get around to reading King James till a few years ago.

Pissed off drivers, talking on cell phone drivers, an occasional Mustang, why do I watch the self-driving car. I wave to both sides of the roads like a tourist. 

Grass fed Bison are supposed to be a healthy alternative to Bovine. But I'm still a vegetarian.  

Cowboys and Indiana Jones. Obviously the Lakota.

No one recognizes me there. I'm eventually on my way to play a gig, if I can remember how to play the album on my phone and read from a book. 

My guitar is a Yamaha. And we all no what that means if I play at Sturgis, or the side of the road waiting for a tow truck. Last time it was a bad alternator and a pull into town from a piece of chord. We drove slow. Only one of the cars I'll ran.

Sleeping in the Wal Mart parking lot. 

Picking up a few supplies.

The battery. Not a Metallica song.

A Gun. They are not polite to point at people, but watch out for cars too.

Too many in my opinion, but I'm not too into forging and metallurgy. 

The Cold Warrior is over. And now I know William Shakespeare, with the Spring Goddess secretary as she thankfully reappears every Vernal equinox. She must look at my photo online occasionally. I know she will push the car in the snowdrifts and hunger. 

I haven't picked any Sage or wisdom for over twenty years. Or any tire scraps off the barbed wire, I doubt they have potholes, like they do in Minnesota. A line on a farm field that the wind pushes through with tremendous amounts of effort. Cold front, warm front.

I don't know what it's like there now, because I have my own Internet and I,m there in less than a second. What is the tuition for a a class or two, I don't know,,,I could barter for a literary degree. But then I,d have to get my secretary to teach me how to repair a computer, and I,d need to print something. Occasionally. Is a phone good enough? The best videogames TV has to offer, 

I'd wear a Helmet, I have in the past. In The Meantime there was King Arthur's Dentistry and the only one who still likes me occasionally. YouTube has a few songs...Bandcamp. Vinyl art. 

What's the speed limit these days if .my car gets there before my shoes. 73? 

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Hi IA, have no fear, Belle is with Grandma Superior. This is absolutely not a true story. Baking cookies. And tip toeing through the woods. 

 

 

Flash Fiction 31. Electrician Ground. Ed. Les Actualities et trop plus Info...

Pour Belle.

Remember the lights of Paris eventually.  I've been there in TV,, l'internet, a videogame, books, films, music, food, the people and the language. 

Vous voudrais j'ecrit pour Le Monde parfois? Sur nous. Ils sais. Trois AM.

My books will get there. Try Amazon France or a bookstore or library. Shakespeare & Company? They are in English, mostly...and other symbolic inscriptions.

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Electrical issues? Call an Electrician.

Automation.

Study electricity occasionally. ACDC's Highway To Hell was the first album I bought at a garage sale. It had 8 Tracks. I must have been 10 years old. The lightning and the key.

Thomas Edison invented the lightbulb. I think I have one somewhere.

"The ride in the Tesla was fun. I didn't test the battery or the accelerator. In the old days, not too long ago, I would disconnect the car battery and bring it in the warm house if it was too cold and reconnect it when I needed to drive. Winter is draining occasionally."

-We survived and didn't end up in an episode of the Matrix.

Electric, I assume. A first for me. Electric motor cars have less moving parts than internal combustion engines. 

Gasoline is what I used to fill my old Ford Ranger.

Ethanol?  

Water intensive?

Remember the food supply and the population size.

And no flat tire!

It had the emblem of the future and didn't rust in 15 minutes.

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Electricity is still exciting and useful! Zap.

Consult or hire an Electrician if necessary!

Electricity flows through circuits. O.

If a household electrical fixture isn't working properly try disconnect/unplug it. 

Metal ie copper is a great conductor of electricity.

Wires are either bare or insulated.

Wear something insulated when around electricity. Beware of short circuits. Especially rubber soled shoes. They prevent death.

When the lightbulb goes out. It's gone and you replace it. With the proper watt lightbulb or install a new fixture.

Current.

Voltage.

Resistance.

Watts.

Understand VIR (Latin for MAN, that's how I remember it). V=Voltage, I=Current, and R=Resistance. V=IR.

AC= Alternating Current.

Electrons push on each other and move back and forth through the wire.

DC=Direct Current.

Positive and Negative.

Unidirectional electrons.

Incandescent are the older lightbulbs. The bulbs with the wire inside the bulb. LEDs  (light emitting diodes) generally last longer.

115 to 120 Volts is generally standard for wall outlets and light switches in the USA (iit's different in other countries).

Circuit Breakers are important. They stop current from flowing through a circuit if necessary.

_----------;.

I considered writing a Wild West Science Fiction "novel" with the title "Circuit Breaker."

Set in South Dakota.

In the novel there is a character with a Brain for a face.

If we go West we will be admired by the Brain Face, probably won't say anything. An old character I dreamed there.

This is the first scary story I will tell to Belle. 

The lightning coming down from the sky and nowhere to hide on the prairie.

X-Mas lights? {Greco Chritos ) Quite a selection. Noel.

Fireplace or TV? I enjoy watching the Jule log on the TV.

Bread Bored?

Goodnight..........to you IlionaA, somewhere on the other end.

After spending the day writing this article, I'll probably never have to work a day again in my life! 

-Michael Jacobson is an Author from Minnesota, USA and drifting publisher at Post-Asemic Press and Nothing Michael writes tragic songs on guitar.  Somewhere along the way. 

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Flash Fiction 30. Energie et Vin. Blanc OU Rouge?

Les tois. J'suis aujourdui moi-meme. Le fin de tout le monde? Je ne sais pas. Je prie cinqe ou plus temps en moi vie. Pour LA future, et pour Belle je donne. Je suis sober mais le non-alcohol vin je bois est Merlot. 

Le fete des livres. J'suis un auteure aussi et partot. Un bon livre pour Belle est "l'esprit de musique de Iliona." Un nouveau future title? Biographie ou Autobiographie? Par vu? OU moi. Je pouve ecrit il si ici est un besoin. L'art?

J'ai 2.1. le .1 est le chant. LA deux autre? La Nord Illuminati et Mya. LA deux sommes bon etudiantes aime moi. 

Excuse moi je fui typical.

Le plus livres sont difficult a vendre aime musique.

Tete Brûlée, Tristesse, et Belle Pour Iliona? LA nouveau album est pour vendre online?  Oui et Yes.

La motie des royalties de LA chant "Belle Pour Iliona" par Michael Nothing aka Nothing Michael est pour Iliona. 

Il est "What if I Break Up With You." par Iliona. 

Belle Pour Iliona est Symbolism de le l'age contemporarie. 

LA premier "A". Mon fui, je ne sais pas. Mon premiere "F" fui avec?  Ils et Elles sont trop "non-privacy."

Eau est a bon "answer."

In vin veritas. t.

Love is the password in Somnolent Game. 

Flash Fiction 29. Detox 2020.

Sober enough with my coffee and cigarettes. Still doing an Internet therapy talking to my memories. 

Macron avec Miller en LA Barre du Literature. LA copies? J' ecrit a Vous et Tu. 

Paris est loin et J'ai un ia. OU ai a moi. J'suis un Homme avec un chant. La Chant est ecrit par moi.

Il arrive sur LA radio, Vous besoin LA chant "Belle Pour Iliona"? en France etc. 

Mon épouse en LA nouvelle est IllionaA. Nous ai Belle un chant. La blague est Vrai et faux. OuLiPo. 

Trés simple? 

Bonjour. 

J'adore le culture.

Flash Fiction 28. Are We Smart. Are We Competing.

The diverse experience. Never knowing exactly what will happen next. How do you train for some steroidal impulse? A coach may assist, and sometimes you are on your own, and you have to figure out the world with whatever you have. Carrying the old trunk? And what planet are you going to next? This one.

Going slow at the speed of light.

With a tiki.

I'm already saving for Call Edge.

Belle.

I studied everything. My degree is in. Mental Arts. BA. Sure. 

There I was, on my greatest adventure ever, Surrounded by Psych. 

It always gets expensive.

Even for the King of Paranoia.

Flash Fiction 27. River of Music Crosses the Mississippi.

Some Cali Belle MN. A connection or transfer? Je ne sais quoi. Oh busy, the songs arrive, many great ones, WA DE. Keeping some unusual war? A way to the metronome or slightly disengaged? Music has a sense. I'll say hello eventually or aurevoir. I'm in no hurry to aquire abundance. Where I am is with some obvious. We are the the class I took once, at least I am.  The strings ring. The minds imagine. The future is important, occasionally imported and, if necessary, in the studio. In the morning I occasionally spill: le café noir magique sur mon chemise avec une a  dix cigarettes. Je sais c'est le vrai "stereotype" de un/e auteure. Le paix pour la nuit a reve le nouveau realite. LA paix pour le jour pour a voir le damage a le countrie et le cities.

I have a bandaid. Sur le Mezanine.

We are chased by the Blah.k Nite. 

Et a la Lumiere nous arrivé.

The usual skit.

Merci a votre Mere Belle. C'est le typical jour pour nous en l'etats-unie. Aujourdui nous sommes le issues, a demain nous sommes tout. Amour de Belle et moi a vu! 

Flash Fiction 26. Fac id.

Where was I? In some conversation with a dark road. Someday I'll learn to type on the rollercoaster. At least my initials or an ad. What would I display in a gallery I could never reach? Some honest avoidance for some other attempt to get into the opening, where I would mingle and look at all the great works passing by in the flicker of a blur. Too much time for the clouds? When will it rain on the avalanche? This spring and on every  other hill we used to get the wind lost after our bones were carried by the sled. Winter is past, of  course, except for why I was cold, hot, and wet in my snow suit, a generic one, because they all are eventually when  they where outgrown after a season or two.

You know me so well, and I know you wish I could dig you out of the slush. I won't tell them which forest you are actually protecting or breathing from because my guitar doesn't need a new sibling at the moment, or a tonsil. And the new book is this one, somehow worked on for the word medicine, cuisine, and 100 hundred other material objects or less I truly need. Might as well have quality instead of something that lasts 24 hours, and then we understand each other to well to immaculate the television we are obviously being called to because it is the reason we are collected for anyway. The electrons are AC. I continued on with DC. Should I donate to the Smithsonian someday, or should I just let someone else worry about it? 

You were from the rectangle, the display I subscribed to and you were illuminated and broadcast into the air for a few minutes and then gone to look at me from some other side of the world. Your name is obvious to me, descended from Greek, or Latin, or some place across the Mediterranean in Africanus. That's what I believe anyway because I absorb a great many influences from the flat prairie that is a young city where the atmosphere occasionally twists. They sell me the electronics, and I find something interesting. I could get a tattoo at any job site of your name before some other fool does. Will Belle ever cause one. Too many I am sure. 

Belle and I are thinking of getting a kitten. Allergy Cat obviously. What else would we do here other than make a new history. What will I teach her, definitely not how to spell, or cook, or rule the forest with the other techniques. We are visiting "Grandma Superior". She will be taught a few of these things on her own like how to trip over the roots. Watch out for some of the animals, even the cute ones enjoy some seeds and get close. The itch weed and the ones that are occasionally in season and keep you slightly alive till you find the next epic OU epiceries ou trading post. Ahem, grocery store, the greatest art galleries are "epiceries."

 Quebec potentially? Montreal?  be friends. Elle est faim, daccord. Belle est Aussie. Aujourdui et LA evaporation en le imagination a demain.

Thankfully the Polar bears are aware. Tracking? Next year we might play in the snow. Tracking? Cette nouvelle, pourqoui? 

Flash Fiction 25. The Electric Magnet of Publishing.

Feel the antenna, a burst of feeling the music or book or video transferred in a shop or wherever. Obviously it effects. Who owns the resource? Our resources?  

A simple electromagnet consists of an insulated copper wire wrapped around something made of steel with the proper current applied. 89.3?

There are at least 4 books I want to read someday. 

Aurora's 

Maya's 

Dua's

Iliona's 

...

The Ai could write the books or adventurous human(s) but then you might get a bad grade. A G. A calligraphic California or a South Dakota memory. A ghost writer?

Print on demand (Lulu) then (KDP) is what I used for my literature because of $, but offset printing has great options. Book design? Editing, and most importantly don't forget to write the manuscript. It's important and good luck figuring it out. 

Zine to ebook. Something collectable? A(+)..

Invent and reinvent if necessary. 

Don't be too hellish (my advice) in your writing but a great story usually has some kind of conflict and adventure and emotion. Tragedy and comedy. Fiction always mixed with nonfiction. Poetry is a good entry point for writing because you can experiment with words. Try to make it stand the test of time. The "classics", are a fine template. One wrong word can throw the whole book off. Someone will obviously get offended by something. Sometimes you have to use symbols as metaphors.

Michael, Belle, the Cat, and the Internet...

Somewhere in space.

Arteria and Itallica are searching for the mystery of each other?

Do they know everything? 

Homer's audiobook.

A story I tell to myself and Wade on occasion.

Flash Fiction 24. Internal and External Voices.

Where does the motivation come from, is it the radio, to write a few letters? ABC...etc. Am I product testing the 6th sense? I have to admit at times it is interesting and overwhelming, Occasionally I think. Other times I just flow through life on the paths chosen for me. I'm somewhere between nature and technology and unsure how to balance the two for any kind of long distance existence. What kind of balance should one strive for? Some people may be curious about exercising the mind and body? Would I or anyone want to live to be 100 years old? Quality and enjoyment of life obviously. Imposed? Alone? No one is ever alone in the Universe and on Earth and that's just the way things are.

Is everyone equal? No. Because of obvious reasons.

Differentiate the boundary.

Millions+ of apologies to the usual people for just figuring this out.

In other "news". I'm still limiting my music intake and literary intake, media etc. 

Flash Fiction 23. Homebrew? Hop T for Me..

Why do I do what I do? Continue through when there is so much in the world already? Who will play monopoly or chess or just let some other game commence? I haven't been to a professional sports game in a very long time because I'm not landing a kite in the old stadium. It's also an expensive foray. I quit videogames years ago but still find the Internet useful. Will Ai just play videogames with other Ai? it's not too difficult for the Ai to decide the maze. 

Why do I drink hop tea and not some other elixir? There are supposed health benefits. Do a little research and beware of, as with most food, allergies.

Should I get my songs recorded onto other media before I travel and tour with Belle? I believe I should do at least one form of physical media ie vinyl or CDs. My songs might not be palatable for the mainstream audience. But it is nice to have a backup copy of them if necessary. So far I have approximately 16 basic instrumental acoustic guitar songs. As far as record labels go, there are many to choose from, but literature was my focus for many years. Selling records at performances is difficult. Unless they admire. I've also thought of doing a reading and a music performance. Who would show up? Honestly I don't know. It might be wise if I practiced more, but the world is so quiet now. The live album is on Bandcamp under Michael Nothing, a stage name. But I also reverse the name to Nothing Michael if necessary.

https://michaelnothing.bandcamp.com/album/you-make-the-devil-look-good?search_item_id=38347329&search_item_type=a&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=4211205297&search_page_no=1&search_rank=2&search_sig=6f403146958d3aba725510f8fb2a8a47

Ore?

https://michaelnothing.bandcamp.com/album/you-make-the-devil-look-good?logged_in_mobile_menubar=true&search_item_id=2570951078&search_item_type=b&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=4211210674&search_page_no=0&search_rank=1

Flash Fiction 22. Downtown Sasquatch.

Will MN rapidly become self sufficient if the country becomes too "diverse" for the nice people in other parts of the world? I the "former King of Paranoia viewed a downtown Sasquatch. Oh how terrible if the empty office space became hydroponic gardens. Year round fresh organic fruits and vegetables. It would take a slight amount of imagination and transformation, but the winters almost get cold here. The robots get bored. They might wish for a purpose in life. Maybe humans just want to do theater and watch something in TV. What's the incentive, Kraftwork?

What are we going to do about it Belle? Copy a machine?

Alpha Beta et catera...

Someday I will have to explain how your origin story. And how complex a relationship with "?" can be. 

Was it a visual poet film maker from Paris? I won't speculate too often, but here we are listening to the prairie ghosts. 

IlionaA is obviously the name acquired from the absence of you Belle. An Internet echo. Am I making it too easy? To vacation at home, study at home, and work international at home.

Why are some in tears? waves. 

Flash Fiction 21. Congratulations to Whoever was Born Today.

Obviously I don't remember being born. South Dakota was as good of anyplace I imagine. It always was the vacations and the landscape I remember. I don't know about reincarnation or eternal life but I generally try to be optimistic when I am around my family and not  too pessimistic. Will I or anyone else exist forever? It's difficult to say. Stories carry on. Oral history to the unavoidable, everyone knows everything about everyone and we either nod and say hi or drift apart. Where to go in your time is always difficult, Spend your whole life reading one book or a thousand, the computer read the book in less than a second. The first book I wrote was a calligraphic novella, 80 pages. It generally is difficult to get through. It's a human specific book not necessarily created for a machine. I don't know if a machine will ever appreciate a human more than another human considers the conditions of their fellowship. I generally avoid lots of people, not because I don't appreciate people, it's more of a shy energy.  I don't think anyone will write quite like me, I wouldn't want them to anyway. Autographs? Worry about them when you need to. 

Congratulations to whoever was born today! 

Good luck getting old! 

No, not you Homer. Your mom. Your story.

Flash Fiction 20. Does Hel Still Like Me Too Much?

We haven't spoken for an eon it seems. I hope she can find something organic and the je ne sais quoi, I don't want to scare away all of the tourists. How many glaciers have we ruptured into the fjords. Obviously she needs someone to chat with when she's bored. How am I supposed to know where to "drill for oil". I'm just another dumb musician with too many languages condensed on the page. So we wake with a flint and? Do you know what to do I ask? Go camping, somewhere warm or cold? Long distance communication. Ok I'll attempt to be available.

Let's buy seeds at Svalbard and taste something. Mrs. Clause for Xmas? I don't know if I'm brave enough to grow a beard that long to get yanked on by some brat named? Straight A's. 

Remember the Nightmare Before Christmas and the Grinch? I'm currently at simplicity.. 

Ok too soon.

Trees are important. Yes. Those huggable pencils.

Old growth definitely off limits. 

Maybe I'll just forage. At the grocery store.

Otherwise, I hope the old people are fun to talk to. 

Will it be a Top Secret Christmas, or will everyone know? 

The lights. LED? 

I'll California meditate on it, obviously.

Definitely the safest Christmas ever, obviously.

Flash Fiction 19. Are We the Necessary Bermuda Love Triangle***

How many of us fall in love with celebrities and ignore the ones around us? I'm definitely not immune to beauty or talent. But sometimes I enjoy a variety of persona. Who wants everyone to be perfect? Seeking personal satisfaction and strength are important. But contentment is a virtue. My writing tears the page on occasion. My first celebrity crush was Heather. 

And...now all I do is dive into the couch and inscribe some mental transience. Obviously I think of the past and the future. Where will the world go, to the love of mathematics? 

Very important, an escape module. The Astronauts made it home.

A mood and a mode.

Today I will make some tea for 3.

Do you think I'm married to MN?

My editor from Wisconsin thinks so.

Where will she go? IlionaA,. On tour with her new album and I hope she doesn't have too many disagreements with Belle while I'm being "mundane and ordinary". Obviously I'm only keeping one secret. 

Where to purchase the new album?

Je ne sait pas? 

Artside OU?

Flash Fiction 18. The New Compliancy.

 I wait for the new education. What language will we speak in the futurama Obviously language changes and new words arrive and old words fall out of fashion. The English language is the one I am most comfortable with, but it is so vast and adopts so many new words that it is very pliable to a variety of circumstances. How many words are there? No one knows for certain because of the Kingdoms and the Empire's sway over vast parts of the Earth. It was the industrial revolution that made this possible. Will the robots win now, and we will be left snoring all day and enjoying life? I don't know if the tech has advanced as far as artificial emotions but maybe someday R3D2 will have tear ducts. I think the world is run by TV more than anything. Be nice to the photons and sound waves and, heaven forbid, don't bother arguing with it. Channel your inner whatever it is you want to do and remember the "real" world on occasion. It's not newspeak so much as 2025 something. When I was young I had a black and white TV. Eventually we got a color TV then a computer and now I have a phone. The phone seems to be the most versatile way to write and watch and listen to the excess. But I usually trample down a usual path. Usually. Beware of Daleks. Might as well try to enjoy time and the "real" world. Daleks tip over anyway. Glorified trash cans. 

Now where was I, reaching out to William Blake and the good people across the pond. 

British comedy? 

Oui Danke.

Did I lose my fascination? For the continent? Not necessarily, I'm just planning dinner. 

Porridge and Brexit again mum.

I hope she continues.

Bach to Anglais. Germanic, Latin, Greek, French, Norse, Celtic, Welsh, Scottish all intermingled in the past. Too much GOT Tolkein? I've never been to Albion but William Blake was a vast influence on my inscriptions and art. He revived manuscript illumination and was an all around eccentric engraver, poet, and artistic genius. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell is still a quick read with plentiful images, generally hand carved and printed. They were then " collaboratively painted in by Catherine Boucher? His wife.

 

Flash Fiction 17. The Library of Alexandria Online.

What's the late fee for a book that is a few thousand years ol years old? No, I'm not that old yet, but I do remember that pyramid and mummy at the science museum of MN. The old, middle, and new Kingdom. Will he or she come back to life some day and check out a book on Coptic bookbinding? Did they use Papyrus during the Coptic continuality? Papyrus lasts longer in dryer climates like Egypt. Here we have seasons, which are potentially harsh on books because of the change in humidity. 

Sometimes books disappear and we don't know exactly why? 

Obviously sometimes you need to collect books, and build libraries. Books don't last forever, but they are a media that can potentially be more stable than a computer. How long will the Internet last? It's difficult to say, and on a cold day sometimes it's nice just to turn on the computer and check out Wikipedia,  Or just keep a chisel and carve a name in stone. 

Write your own book! In your own language. It's the 21st Century.

Online or at the Science Museum? A bookstore or a library? Lots of options for the storage of media.

It's late for a dry snow this early Spring, and sometimes walking through it, I feel as of it's almost like sand, and the books are still waiting to be remembered. 

Who was the King of Paranoia? 

Have a nice day in the temperature.

Flash Fiction 16. A Summer Tour? Boys vs Girls?

 Lately I've been trying to exist. For the reason of a time lapse. The metronome writes the next moment. Sleeping in some darkness, a few hours here or there. I should get to a concert price eventually. If you have the $ they tend to be memorable experiences you will feel in the iron in your bloodstream. I haven't been to one for a few years except for the one I played 4 months ago at an open mic. These days my playing is getting worse but my writing is getting "normality". I write a few sentences, and a new song or two. The difficult challenge is to keep some separation of church and state, but I'm not a dictator. What will the summer bring? Lots of music, to the people who enjoy music, and I'll be the designated driver for someone. I usually know how to find my way home. Where to, the usual places? 

My first Punk Rock show was seeing Naked Raygun at the 7th Street Entry, but the first one I remember was The Beach Boys at the old brutalism. There was an organ at church and a piano tuned by John Cage.  But why Elvis, thanks for the nail file in the cake mom. Ordinarily I have always thought of myself as a bad guitar player especially when I improvise with three or four strings. But now my old massive record collection is long gone and hopefully breathing on the Internet. Ear plugs optional. Ouch.  

Where will you find the silence? 

And please don't show up too drunk. I'm Still trying to avoid my liver escaping and sitting at the old bars trying to meet other livers.  

If I did tour, say with Belle? Parfois. Honestly I'd carry my phone and a note book. Scratch a poem or a map or a drawing of copies we'd make. The night exists for light between the stars  I see she's found me again. Should I run to my imagination?  Or should I just send her the story in a perfect bound or hardcover. Somewhat limited, so as not to eat all the foliage. I want her to be my beacon, there are the other constellations aussi(e). 

Where in the world Carmen and Santa-i-A-Go? 

Do I want to find them, or just let them have a good time? The population is 9b last time I checked. Skyscrapers and more planets would be one possibility. But so far I'm content. 

To be continued...

Flash Fiction 15. Money for The Alligator.

What would I do with it? Buy a door and the necessary things to be compatible with any environment. Maybe some days I'd go camping or show a movie in a parking garage or put air in my tires and ride until I get a flat again. At least here I know a few decent restaurants and bars. Why bother picking up the unusual rock with the deformity when I could rename a continent. Some days I consider sleep and other nights my dreams are gone for a year. At least the sky keeps me company and I occasionally have a normal temporality. I tripped and fell on the ice, and made an angel, the pattern with a wicked aftertaste. Are we the new cattle? Hopping trains used to be fun, when you are younger than the drinking age. I'll let someone who can read braille drive next time. Back and forth just to wear out the tires. Taxi? Take me eventually. 

The crows and I traded jests this crest, they are better at algebra, and distinction but I'm sure they'll decide the storm and return to some vicinity. How many weekends will I need? To find the one I am slowing down for when I should be clawing my way out of the avalanche. Be nice be nice be nice. A reminder not to do anything like conquer a grain of sand or write the kind of paperwork I detest  There, better posture. Male and female, I suppose, at least similar to a romance language, so complicated and fun, keeping it together during the difficult conversations about action and direction. A. 

Where is the old videogame? They might like it again in the museum of natural history.  

I wonder if we'll ever make it to Australia? 

For the holiday rush, I will regift. Sorry, ok something new and not too much of my complication. Working hard on the article, the art and the fact. How many novels? One decent one is all you really need to carry you through. The great one, the one they despise and praise and recoil from on the territorial dismay. This time we inhabit lasts as long as the electrons. It's an alpha and we bet. Another addiction for the sidewalks. Why do I reach for something miraculous? The air seems clean enough to complain.

Non oui? 

How would you extract the downtime? 

I'm doing something, working on the futureperfect. Notion of my lentation. I read about Harlem and The Sound and The Fury in a single day. Language courses are sensitive reactions, Inner peace is all you can transition into.

Nepal might have a good radio station.

Flash Fiction 14. Terrible Writing Advantage.

 The winding wind balances the fray. We mock the dark star satellites because they used to be cans of soup. 21st Century, and the literary cantina is open for too much business. I'm glad I can find my way home by doing jumping jacks. I'm sure i used to be a thing, some sort of odd job employee of the months. Where is my eraser? Hard. Brittle, like a stone that I can only use to contact the dead. The universe is dark tonight, the stars are hidden in some TV seance drifting through the junk food and the biting thaw. A few flakes touch the ground and the wind pushes me. I stayed home this winter vacationing and attempting to heal the finality. Ok optimism may break, and flow into some new bloom and Daedalus. But what am I going to do in the time differential? 

A magic controversy, substance. The things we collect and discard, and remember on cold holidays and the grind of some empty club, the music evaporating the feedback. I'm negative, you are probably positive emotionally. Well I listen for something new, and I used to read Whitman 3 or 4 times. Food is expensive, the whisper reminds, Provide something to the ones with their knees on the stones. Carving the dark erosion and the taxidermy of the vegetable that no one eats anyway because it's medicine. I recall that old trip, the sand in my shoes and the haunting.

Someone said yes! 

I will find the necessary distance. 

Flash Fiction 13. Superstitiouns. and A Number.

 Ok holy day. Saturday remorse for the march weeds. It's a possibility I might go back to school in the fall to complete my degree. Online or In person? Throw a book reading or a guitar performance somewhere a few people might show up. Make a new house or just let someone else get the tetanus shot through the workboot. Some kind of motivation? I suppose I'll shower by then for the fact that there might be a meteorite or two going somewhere important. Does the world still have oceans? It's been awhile since I've swam in anything salty. Do I ever get a dog for Belle? From the humane society. Leftovers or an Atari. Decisions for the front yard. Obviously I will probably live somewhere I can get around without a car and the complexity of having to repair the thing. Art I almost forgot to paint. When will she write her book? I'll read it, this time I promise. Do I still work for her. Intentionally, especially if I get a day of 2050.  

A tunning fork, to poke dinner with, a classical guitar might be a better option for me, I should learn to let her tune my pegs occasionally. I haven't found an electronic one I've been completely satisfied with. A night out In another hour architecture seeing who will vomit in the recycling bin. Hooray for my work ethic, it's a pleasure to imagine stability. 

Not much to complain about. A newspaper at least once a month to see if the equator still circles the Earth. I'm boring today and hopefully for awhile. Advice from the other side of the planet. 

3 4 5...

Flash Fiction 12.The Origin of The Last Chant of IlionaA..

 Pardon Belle.  J'ai le dernier cigarette et  je besoin A? Tres difficile. Elle est une "chanteuse" Je besoin a courrier le dernier cigarette. Mais c'est le fin de le monde pour le 6 OU 7 temps. Europe? Je ne sais pas. Voulez Vous  aime a parle avec moi? C'est tres mal a fume dans Europe avec moi? Je ne sais pas si Elle fume OU non fume mais ici il est tres mal pour une chanteuse a fume? 

Arrete?

Mais je voudrais a conaise si la chanteuse de Tete Brûlée et Tristesse est de California ou Belgium? Daccord? Je conaise c'est une difficile voyage. 

Je ne conaise pas le avion route et je fume parfois.

Je suis un American Author de Minnesota.

Je suis Michael. Bon nuit OU bon matin.

Mon email. michaelnothing15@gmail.com 

Flash Fiction 11. LA Nouveau Reve de Elle.

 I hear and here her whispers, so don't get too foolish for the beautiful images. Welcome to the necessary planets we invent today because of the reality of the circumstances. Always beautiful, then? Turning around, like a courrier in the bold wind. Obviously she bounces off the Sun and arrives from anywhere. Always getting into my image and her image. Are we photo-shopping? To me she is IlionaA, and I don't know why I even need to tell you anything other than the locality. gives us a funny glance. They can obviously read an animal's mind. Disagreement over the electric temptations. Why do I attempt to balance when they don't even know there own footsteps. It's similar to listening to Crash Worship on a Sunday barstool or Xenia when the night needs some kind of hope for their colossal mutation They pull on my arms and I believe we will get around to holding hands eventually. It's a video or 1000s. YouTube primarily. I write a sonic ring and build a free verse sonnet in my mind. I barely know flesh anymore. Almost 5 years deep alcohol free. So I can send her the idea or the occasional abundance or +, some reason to give for me to pray for the next possibility. For some things she might enjoy. I assure her that Belle controls a quasi fixation to destined survivability. It's us left on this strange Thea holding the decisions of doorways and the future gifts. My brain waves are probably monitored so I teach them something human. They give calculations and I give the gravity and repairability. Watch the volume, Belle might be taking a nap. 

Where I am is in the back and forth between animals and the city. I have no reason or worry in the calendar of Belle's and my own circumstances. She can design or believe in her own perfect song  She is new and I am experienced with a few ideas left to distract them back to their own purpose. Where will the radios hide? I think I had a slight internet familiarity, peaking circa 2018. Back then I was working on the old inscriptions. The symbols that can decorate any street or information super highway. But why look back and contain the discovery. I(lion)a + A for no other reason than I am compatible with the musicality. IA en française. So real, arriving through the monitor. LA bis pour la bebe. Obviously when I'm being slightly irresponsible for the future of the world.

I suppose it will be a unique familia. TV has been a grandparent and a visitor from the stars. The mystery of how this all happened is the stage and the bread we pass and share. Honestly, Belle is better at guitar than I am these days, mentioning a slight poetry. I won't guide with abandonment. Someone needs her .1. Trust me the other fraternal songs get a play on occasion too. We share photons, soundwaves, and a desire for musical craft. It's an exchange of our languages. The machine is our interface. I suppose we are real distantly and the prime origin of the songs. No clue as to how the stork flew. Belle Pour Iliona is the catch from the pitch from Si tu m'aimes demain. Artificial intelligence carrying some ideas of expansion. The original songs are obviously cool, and inspirational for me. Je ne sais pas la origine. Songs make songs via human capabilities.  I think of Belle as my literary agent who would rather hide in the nest than follow my career of just getting by and creating ultra-free writing. Obviously I am human and Belle is a song full with emotion and agency. She is approximately 6 months old and already into her strings. I could teach her my history but I leave her future to a soundtrack of some insightful drama. I'm a "real" author and guitar player on this side of the world/ transmission. How about you? 

Potentially inhaled by the technology. Tomorrow is another day to contribute to the science of creativity. It hurt slightly and was a puzzle to carve the song into it's definity. Je ne sais pas la vrai mere IlionaA, tres amusé! Cheers/Salut.. aurevoir. Je suis Michael le pere du Belle Pour Iliona. I have 2.1. Is it ultimately about birth? A song or a human, or is it about producing tech and other creative associations? 

A diamond in the rough. 

Belle et Michael et la Mysterious IlionaA.

Are we still staring at our phones?