I don’t know what cream they have used on you down at the morgue but I want some.
Yesterday I went to the festival of books and it was amazing. Here are just a couple pics from my visit to the beautiful (kinda) USC campus. I picked up some nice bargains on Batman and Son ($13!) and Shalimar the Clown $5!). So yeah, good day.
Hope you all are fantastico.
Peace and love.
I envy people of faith, for they live in a world of answers. For a man of reason, the world holds only questions.
i kinda went a little crazy with my book/comic book purchases this week. Oh well at least now my Lord of the Rings collection is complete. Booyah!
Wish you all well. Been busy working (FINALLY) but I do like checking out the feed to see what you fine folks have been posting.
Keep on trucking and see you soon.
Peace and love.
Hey, folks. Hope you all are fantastic. I myself am enjoying the Oscars tonight and purchased the newspaper today to get into the spirit. Been reading a lot of Deadpool, Daredevil and finishing up The Heavens Rise. So all in all, good stuff. Happy Sunday and see u soon. Stay reading and stay amazing.
I finished reading a book today. It was a good book. Books are good. They exercise your mind. They insight great thinking. They are the simplest but most profound source of knowledge and entertainment.
I finished reading a book today. It was a good book.
How it looks when I go to a book sale…
Phew, finally I am able to provide you, my lovely followers, another excerpt of my novel. It has been FAR too long since I’ve posted and for that you have my sincerest apologies. Thanks to all of you who continue to follow me and those who have recently decided to do so. Ya’ll be awesome.
From Act I: Hell to Come of Fatal Followers by R. Adrianus
Their destination was Mount Tabor, nestled in the green of Northern California. They took a train, taking the time to get to know each other as they traveled. Isaiah told Joseph stories about his friends and his parents. He told him about school and his excitement to graduate and go to college. Joseph listened enthusiastically as Isaiah told him about all the places that he wanted to travel to after college. His desire to see the world was resolute but Joseph could not help but think that in this hopefulness, Isaiah had not yet understood how severe his future was, how impacting his responsibility would be.
Once at the monastery, Isaiah could not help but view the location as something straight out of a painting with its tall crosses and woods extending in every direction. It was truly picturesque and Isaiah was anxious to begin practicing in the serene environment.
After being toured through the grounds and meeting the clergy, Joseph led Isaiah to the courtyard where Isaiah was to practice. Isaiah walked to the middle and gazed at the trees and the sky, breathing in the fresh air. Weeks ago, Isaiah would never imagine that he would be in what he thought one of the most beautiful places in the world.
“Can I start now?” he asked.
“If you like. Actually, I guess that would be best considering that we’ll only be here for a few days. I’ll leave for now since I still need to go arrange some things,” Joseph said as he began to walk toward the building.
“Father, thanks,” Isaiah said in earnest. He stood reverently before the priest in appreciation.
“No, thank you. You’re the one with the weight on his shoulders. I’m just the one who hopefully can give you a drink of water and wipe your face once in a while,” Joseph said smiling.
His first session was brisk and consisted of a brief assortment of exercising. Joseph encouraged him to do what he wanted, that learning would be a result of his own motivation. After the first day, Isaiah realized how empty minded he was in forgetting to bring extra clothes. With the monks minding their own business, Isaiah struggled to find someone to speak with about his lack of attire.
“Excuse me,” Isaiah said to a monk as he passed through the hall, “do you know where Father Joseph is? I realized I forgot to bring extra stuff,” he explained, tugging at his sweaty t-shirt.
“I believe Joseph made all the arrangements already, son. Have you checked your room?” the monk asked.
Isaiah walked to the staircase leading to the next floor. Passing the many rooms, he wondered if the people living in the monastery knew why he was there or if they knew who he was. Since he had not interacted with most of them nor noticed any spectators, he wondered if they were aware of the truth.
Just realizing that he did not know where his room was, Isaiah felt silly opening each door, checking to see if it was vacant. All of the monks were downstairs so he did not disturb anyone though he kept walking into rooms that already had things in them. Finally he arrived in front of a door that seemed different. The knob was cleaner than the others and the wood was dusted. He finally found his room. Inside, Isaiah saw there were several t-shirts, a few pairs of jeans, sweats and a set of pajamas. Such generosity was unexpected and overwhelming. He needed to remember to thank Joseph when he saw him.
The next day, Isaiah tried to apprehend the level of his physical strength. He would run around the monastery doing twenty laps at a time at incredible speed, barely feeling any fatigue. His strength remained a mystery because there were few things that Isaiah could lift.
That night, when everyone was asleep, Isaiah decided to run out into the woods a few miles away from the monastery. In the dark of the forested hills, Isaiah was careful not to step into an animal’s den or into a ditch. Unlike the suburban air of home, the air near Mount Tabor was clean and sharp. Every step into the soil made Isaiah weary for roots and rocks, all prospective causes of broken limbs. But his efforts proved futile. The darkness bested him as Isaiah snagged his foot on an unseen jagged rock. He hit the forest floor but not before feeling something crack in his leg. Gritting his teeth, Isaiah prepared for the inevitable pain of a sprained if not broken ankle.
…place me in the corner inside your heart…
I’ve spent the last five minutes laying on my floor thinking of everything. Crazy clowns with daggers, conspiracy to murder, an unsure Jesus and screaming Japanese boys. I could try to think with convention but doing a flip into the rabbit hole is much more fun.