skip to main | skip to sidebar
The Pretentious Prick

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Gone.

Sudden.

Prosecution with no dialogue.

Final solution reached.

The smoke has risen.

I am gone.

And despite meager affirmations,

I am replaced.

Phone,

Silent.

Routine,

Dismantled.

Concord,

Concluded.

I am gone.
Posted by Darrell C. Hazelrig at 9:16 AM

0 comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

The Prick Himself

My Photo
Darrell C. Hazelrig
Writer/Director of movies.
View my complete profile

Subscribe To

Posts
Atom
Posts
Comments
Atom
Comments

Time Machine

  • ▼  2009 (4)
    • ►  September (2)
      • There is no darkness, without light.
      • Can't Write About What You Don't Know
    • ►  June (1)
      • Forget the grass, tear down the fence.
    • ▼  May (1)
      • Gone.
  • ►  2008 (14)
    • ►  October (12)
      • The Mighty Will Fall
      • I Think Sting Sang It.
      • Hoop Jumping
      • Big Things In Little Places.
      • Welcome to the WOOORLD of Tomorrow!!!
      • Back in the New York Groove.
      • For Posterity.
      • I am a Filmmaker.
      • I Don't Know What To Say
      • Let Me Get You Some Water.
      • The Rents: Part 3 - The Exciting Conclusion
      • The Rents: Part 2 - The RX Man Can
    • ►  September (2)
      • The Rents: Part 1 - Who Are These People?
      • I hate film festivals

Graffiti