Shattering the Counterpoint

Shattering the Counterpoint by Samantha Brown and Jeff McIntosh

Perhaps our bad days are merely good days in disguise.
Without the sweet sounds of your tangents, the longest night continued without end.

I could not hear your melody as I traversed the staff, out of time.
The notes were muddled in the onslaught of sound. No matter; we never yield to these temporary setbacks as we advance bar by bar to the final note.

The great crescendo has yet to be hit, as our pitches embrace, falling, lifting, and breaking in the counterpoint.
It goes like this; my third and your fifth, and from them is drawn the undeniable symphony.

The Makeshift Wizard

Makeshift Wizard

By Samantha Brown and Jeff McIntosh

If ever there was a wiz of a man.
A wildly fantastical man who’s mind was made of straw. If he only he had the nerve, the courage, the direction, to allow the ascension of truth. Instead he stands witness to falsehoods and deceit.
Inside, a perplexed mind, overwrought consciousness and soul all weighed heavily upon the Technicolor world he made as his own.
He could no longer maintain the façade;
eventually buying into the lies he sold.
It began with the bones.
Whisper tales to a dead man;
nothing will be revealed.

The truth and the lies you feed them are safe;
dead men say no secrets.
They keep faith, ever silent and watchful,
never mind the whispers; desperation bleeds denial.

Somewhere between the lies and the truth
lays the heart of the wiz that was.
His deception continued,
the light of day and truth being denied them.
A mechanized head watching over a gleaming city
is not so far-fetched, considering the present face of evil.
Gilded in Technicolor, it becomes easy to believe the lies.

No wizard whizzed behind the curtain that was;
just a man turning to dust with the rest of us.
That veil kept the illusion complete;
removed, the lie he bought was brought bare.
Before himself, he was exposed.
Just a man, immersed in his own lies after falling from the sky.

Jeff vs Queen West Hipsters. 

Hodman: They closed down that  Church with the ‘Out of the Cold’ program for the homeless to put in one of those hip ‘Anthropologie’ stores. What’s next? Damn that article stating Queen West was trendy! It gave the hipsters justification they needed!

Jeff: That is the epitome of gentrification. 

Hodman: Word. 

Utilities Not Included | Renter life

Excuse me?

Under ‘security deposit’ on this application there’s just a photo of what looks like, of course I could be mistaken, a loaded gun and what seem to be written….

‘Good luck’

That may or may not be written in the previous applicant’s blood? I mean I still want to know the square footage of this place.

Whoa, Whoa – What do you mean utilities included?

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