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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.2 – Sigil

    We continued as if a trail of corpses wasn’t piling in our wake. Thornton’s fatal call never came. Stateside communication was as mundane and technical as ever. Was there some glitch that made ‘Langley’ miss the HAG – I log? Our minds…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.1 – The Roots are Thirsty

Lucas was even less thrilled about waking earlier than early. He stumbled to the spook tent with all the enthusiasm of a snail approaching salt. It took what would otherwise have been a comically epochal span of time to realize the gravity of the…

Principle and Profit

The economic landscape has shifted dramatically. That is what we are told. It certainly seems to be true. I have my reservations but that’s beside the point. The validity of that statement isn’t the focus of this here essay. No. What seems of utmost…

Fractal Briefs | It’s ok to wear a tie

It’s ok to be a man. It’s ok to have self respect. It’s ok to have dignity. It’s okay to not dress like you shop at GAP kids. Free Fiction Series, Essays, and more | https://www.fractaljournal.com Social Media | https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow Email | mellow.mission.productions@gmail.com Tipjar…

Fractal Foo! – Chesapeake Blues – Nitrogen the new CO2

    A bit of a rant I threw together while in one of my sourer moods. The subject is algal blooms and their effects on fisheries. Triggered in part by Jimmy Dore’s coverage of west coast fisherman suing energy companies for AGW. But…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.0 – Night Ops

‘As if we had a choice.’ I mused to myself as dawn tickled its way up my hammock pegs. The haze of sleep dissipated slowly. I wanted to lay there and sway forever in the sticky morn. My wish would not be granted. Cooks…

McNamara talks…

In 1995…and no one listened….and they keep playing dominos…   This is why I drink….

The Dos and Dont’s (Poem and Song)

    The dos and dont’s The was and wont’s The fronts The rears The wars The years  O it was just a phase  That’s what they’d  say Funny turn of phrase  Just one of those days Yeah my son o son my son…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.9 – The Arch-Druid

The satellite view was deceptive. Google maps reveals an impressive looking patchwork of highways in the Mato Grosso and all throughout Brazil. Labeled with such bureaucratically soporific appellations as MT 101. Yet, these thin lines stretching like gossamer serpents to overgrown pioneer towns were…

Fractal Radio | Episode 30 – Science vs Politics (Case Study)

This little episode was prompted when one of my favorite pundits, Jimmy Dore, discussed the plans of some fisherman to sue oil companies for causing global warming. Which said fisherman implicate in their troubles catching fish. I point out that nitrification from agriculture and…

Politesse – Poem

O township They were always afraid of fightin Even more so Of a kiss They were doubly scared of cryin So they’d try laughing but they’d miss O the odd ones out There seems to always be So many about They stretch from sea…

Soma -|- Poem

May he peck the eyes Of him who pecks The Eye Great River! Anoint me with a shroud of flies! As Feed I am set free Gift to the soil Oh with what a sight I see There is no toil No strain for…