dennis scharnberg

Self-absorption is self-harm.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

I feel just a tad more foolish than usual—and somewhat embarrassed—every time I use Wikipedia.

Roger Hedgecook,  Stolen and Sold for Parts.

Could it be that instantaneity—not having to wait—ruins everything it touches?  Photography?

Roger Hedgecook,  Stolen and Sold for Parts.

“Captions for photographs,” mused Vincent.  “Now, that is something I might be good at.”

Will Southey,  Government Cheese, the Novel.

“I am stupid!”  cried Harold.  “Just plain stupid.”  What a wonderful thing that is for a man to discover.  At the age of forty.

Brendan Shaughnessy,  Lobsters and Clams, a Novel.

“Create your own truth.”  When the self is the only unquestioned value, that is the message.

Anthony Scowling,  The Beat Paradigm.

January 25, 2010.       Another hideous-word alert:  “interestingly.”

Reginald Boyington,  Dear Dreadful Diary.

wrotten

Andrew Tertullian,  Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.

“I practice mirror gazing,”  admitted Howard.  “Therefore, I am.”

Trent Bendix,  Grieving for Margaret.

It was one of those old-fashioned beer steins—ceramic with a pewter cap.  Sheila could tell that there was something inside, something hard that rattled a bit when she grabbed the handle.  But what was it?  And who put it in there?  All of a sudden Sheila Giddings knew something.  Knew one particular thing.  That she did not want to lift the cap and look inside that dusty old mug.

Leslie M. Dow,  The Murder in the Meadow.