tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918669230818840591Sun, 31 Jul 2011 09:25:12 +0000afterlifesleepthe jobsexthoughtwhisperfamilyconfusiondeathhttp://perturbedsentiments.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Cynical B)Blogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918669230818840591.post-9007369635935314943Fri, 20 May 2011 20:44:00 +00002011-05-20T17:22:53.031-05:00deaththe jobThe old tube television is strapped to a swivel rack suspended in the upper corner of the diner behind the counter for the patrons to see. For the first time in what Ol' Earl might claim to be a decade, the diner is abuzz with folks. Too bad Ol' Earl isn't among them to see it. Even the parking lot is full of cars, trucks and a couple news vans.The tv reporter is mute as the screen crackles from http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PerturbedSentiments/~3/iHa9K_D2-hc/chronicle-vi.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cynical B)0http://perturbedsentiments.blogspot.com/2011/05/chronicle-vi.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918669230818840591.post-7315993134351705175Fri, 27 Aug 2010 22:06:00 +00002010-08-27T17:49:46.832-05:00confusionfamilyWhat is there? What has become of the one thing that kept the world running?The coffee was strong, the room wasn't hot but it wasn't cold either, and the world seemed to have shut down. Where ever the eyes shifted to there was nothing happening. It was like everything had decided to just slow to a lull. Even the hum of the ceiling fan had seemed to have become quiet.What was I looking for? Wait..http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PerturbedSentiments/~3/UoZ0gpVWCrE/chronicle-v.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cynical B)0http://perturbedsentiments.blogspot.com/2010/08/chronicle-v.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918669230818840591.post-276890127000809971Tue, 06 Oct 2009 07:11:00 +00002009-10-06T12:29:49.884-05:00sleepthought"Tell me your reason.""My reason? Why does there have to be a reason?""There's always a reason. Everyone has a reason.""I don't understand why there has to be a reason. What makes you think there has to be?""There's a reason for everything. A thought process that makes things happen. If there's a thought there's a reason behind the thought right?""Maybe if it was something you think about but..."http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PerturbedSentiments/~3/c1inwI48S_8/chronicle-iv.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cynical B)0http://perturbedsentiments.blogspot.com/2009/10/chronicle-iv.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918669230818840591.post-2747918013213245831Sat, 26 Apr 2008 03:10:00 +00002008-04-25T20:13:40.159-05:00deathafterlifeI saw the look in your eyes. You weren't going to listen to anything I said. You thought you knew what you were doing the whole time.You never thought about it. You never stopped to consider the aftermath. You never had the foresight to determine what your actions would do for you or anyone else. You always just did what you thought was needed to be done.I tried to talk to you. I did. I tried to http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PerturbedSentiments/~3/RIUxVxxaI_4/chronicle-iii.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cynical B)0http://perturbedsentiments.blogspot.com/2008/04/chronicle-iii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918669230818840591.post-8928981947692593288Tue, 11 Mar 2008 02:15:00 +00002008-03-10T19:14:36.530-05:00deathafterlifeThe noise was familiar and plain. A monotone and long "beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep".He laid there. He could hear the noises and if he struggled enough he could open his eyes to see the blurry images. The fluorescent glow above him hurt his eyes enough that he could only take it for a few seconds at a time. He wasn't sure why he was here. He couldn't remember the reasons behind his entrapment.His strengthhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PerturbedSentiments/~3/y7Vx5RRAemg/chronicle-ii.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cynical B)0http://perturbedsentiments.blogspot.com/2008/03/chronicle-ii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918669230818840591.post-6364267084411836516Fri, 29 Feb 2008 02:12:00 +00002008-03-10T20:18:50.279-05:00sexwhisperHe stood there. He watched. He noticed.She laid there almost motionless. Her chest slowly pumping with every breath. Her eyes dashed back and forth with the common movement of REM sleep. She laid there on her back in a slight blissful moment. Her right leg was bent under her left leg to form a cross. Her right arm was out to the side as if looking for the body that was next to her. Her left arm http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PerturbedSentiments/~3/0fLORu1L-bo/chronicle-i.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cynical B)0http://perturbedsentiments.blogspot.com/2008/02/chronicle-i.html