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I am a part-time graphic designer with a lot of time on my hands. Yes, that's right, I hold the essence of time in my hands! Do not fear. Your life is safe on my watch. You may refer to me as Chronos, benevolent spectre of chronology. I am also very fond of cats.

Regardless of my primordial origins, this blog is intended largely for humor, with a dash of intelligence and a sprinkle of artistic...powder?

Whatever. Enjoy.


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NEEDLES & KNIVES - Chapter 3.1

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 26, 2017 at 1:15 PM Comments comments (0)

I was coming in early to work just like I was supposed to. I don't really like changing my schedule much, not even a little, but I did like having a job. The sun was a few feet above the hills in the east. I had one of the windows lowered with my elbow sticking out. Remembering my tie, I looked to my passenger's seat. I was relieved to see that it was sticking out of my pocket. I don't like this forgetfulness I've been having.

The funny thing about ties, they were invented sometime in...

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NEEDLES & KNIVES - Chapter 2.2

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 26, 2017 at 1:15 PM Comments comments (0)

My new glasses wouldn't be done until tomorrow. Vic had to sculpt them or something. He must have been cutting them from diamonds on account of how expensive they were. If I didn't know him any better I might have called him a crook.

With plenty of time left in the day, I didn't see it fit to go and waste it. I was certain that sun hadn't moved an inch since I went in to get my eyes checked. Wish I was wrong more often because when I went outside I had gone and blinded myself again. Th...

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Journal Entry #10: "Not-Dance Partners"

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 24, 2017 at 7:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Before her, Allan had found himself deeply attracted to several other girls (excluding celebrities). Immediately before her was Sarah Bridges. She was smart, funny, and hated dancing. Everything he was looking for. Previously mentioned, she was an acquaintance Allan had wanted to get to "know much, much better." He and she were introduced when an old friend, Gabrielle, had brought her along to one particular trip to New York City which he currently lives just north of.

When Gabby menti...

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Journal entry #9: "I'm Cancer?"

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 24, 2017 at 7:00 PM Comments comments (0)

So Allan "was" a cancer. This is not a an actual quote nor is it actually past tense. As it still stands, Allan "is" a cancer. Not a sociologically parasitic kind of a human either. This is what he was told as a young boy begrudgingly making his way through 3rd grade.

Entering into the main hall of his elementary school during a week the annual book fair, he seated himself on the half-lit steps of the stage that was occasionally used for very small assemblies or after school play rehea...

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Journal Entry #8: "Tooth & Decay"

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 24, 2017 at 7:00 PM Comments comments (0)

Allan had first considered his parents mortality at the age of seven. He was in third grade and was not measurably optimistic to begin with. On the radio, he had heard that a certain brand of tooth paste may give people cancer.

Allan recalled two things about cancer: it was bad, and he apparently "was" one". The latter will be detailed in a following entry. As for the former: Allan knew he had seen that brand of toothpaste in his home at some point.

Upon arriving home from schoo...

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Journal Entry #7: "A Dream Dies"

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 24, 2017 at 7:00 PM Comments comments (0)

When Allan was twelve, he met a boy about his age while touring New York City with his aunt and uncle. Kevin had lived there all his life, still, Allan noted their many similarities. He said he had always wanted to live here. The big city seemed exciting. It greatly contrasted his small desert town. "Artists and super heroes and jazz," that's what he thought when he heard any talk of the Empire State. Kevin, however, attested it was nothing special, that he'd rather live anywhere else.

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Journal Entry #6: "Mirrors & Hating Them"

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 22, 2017 at 8:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Allan won't look at himself in the mirror often. He doesn't like taking pictures and he's only ever drawn two self-portraits. Both he eventually threw away. He says used to wake up and not recognize who he saw in the morning. This genuinely disturbed him and evoked an aversion to his face altogether.

Other people's faces weren't much better. Soon he also found it difficult to make eye contact with friends, even family. One occasion he found difficult to recall to mind was the day he fo...

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Journal Entry #5: "Anthony"

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 22, 2017 at 8:05 PM Comments comments (0)

He learned more about his younger brother the week he broke up with his girlfriend than he had ever before. Anthony liked to show people nothing could get him down under any circumstances. Allan often wondered if his brother's smile hid a pain beneath, but, growing up together, he knew this not to be the case. He had almost hoped for that to be true though. Why? Why did he wish his brother to feel sorrow, sentimentality? Well, maybe he had hoped they were not so different, that he himself was...

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Journal Entry #4: "The Adventure Car"

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 22, 2017 at 8:00 PM Comments comments (0)

For no reason in particular, Allan found himself thinking of his first car. It was a white Honda Civic he bought from his uncle with his own money. "Adventure Car!" or so it was called. Allan's little car earned this title because any ride felt like an adventure. Every hill was a mountain and every mile felt like a hundred. This piece of machinery would rattle and scream and shake like nothing his friends had ever seen.

Once, Adventure Car had overheated halfway up a steep road in the ...

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Journal Entry #3: "The New Girl"

Posted by Z.A. Ronan on May 22, 2017 at 8:00 PM Comments comments (0)

"It's not even close to being fair," Allan repeated to himself for probably the 17th time that day. Allan had "recently" gotten out of a long-term relationship with his girlfriend of nine months and had sworn a life of loneliness since then. But now this new girl, a harlot of a woman, had come into his life and threw a sucker punch straight to his heart so hard it'd knock Picasso right out of his Blue Period.

This "new girl", Leah, actually happened...

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