From the Depths of the Pocketmachine: Parts 6 & 7

(Editor's Note: this cartoonish short blurb is dated Thursday July 2nd, 2009 at 2:17 p.m. I sent it to Zach but he never wrote back. Although I never actually instructed him to do, deep in my mind I was hoping that he would respond with a continuation of the story. A failed experiment but an experiment nonetheless.)

"An Invitation From the Lionfish"

Sitting in his mailbox, the soft shell crab spied a foreign envelope. He picked up it with his claw and left it on the kitchen table.

He was concerned, but more so with his pants. Work pants are uncomfortable. He also loved coffee. He started a fresh pot after changing pants and was ready to open the mystery envelope.

He opened the envelope with his claw. The front of the card was a picture of himself and the heading "You are Mister Crab".

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Editor's Note: I think this is a "poem" but it might just be more of a midnight ramble. An email to Dan, dated Thursday, February 4th, 2010 at 1:13a.m, which means I'm in the driveway after a Bandits gig at Lat43, with a song on the radio and the adrenaline still blasting, not quite ready to call it a night...

"The Dark Cover of Night"

A success on many fronts. The thumping thuds of bass erase the faces of the workplace. I try to keep pace in the jumping mud and swallow complacency in large gulps of rum. We rolled til the rocks folded under the controlled thunder, electric blocks tumbling. we Squeezed every drop of seconds. from the tops of free trees.