Blahsphemy

Garbage bags breeding puppies. An antivirus that assures me that I am fully protected. As another year bids goodbye tonight, a slew of resolutions wait eagerly to be nurtured. Life goes on.

I am the last page, there are no more stories to be told.

To let go what's yours The inner you needs to be convinced  That it was never yours

He is clean. His system doesn't have kryptonite. A deafening roar filled his ears as the words flashed across his screen. He was being sucked in to a garbage chute. The system had been coded to reject him. Which means he will be floating lifeless among the galactic flotsam. He has to fight it and his only ray of hope was the message that just flashed on his screen.  

When the bell tolls Is it to remind time to stop Or to startle life again 

Tired words just hung around like lost children. The sentence never made any sense.  It was another lost ship on a dark sea. The writer woke up from his nightmare.  

What does all this mean? The question found its mark. An annoyed brow lifted followed by another. A mouth contorted. A pair of nostrils flared. But no voice emanated. The question remained unanswered.  

The blood red river was silent today. No bones shone through. No neurons jumped up to take air. This is the sleep season, told the brain to his companion as they floated lazily on a cranium.