Fiction

Toby was never quite sure why he was locked up, a lot of the time he wasn't even aware that he was locked up they kept the water so drugged with who knows what kind of pollutants and mind laxitives, but every once in a while they would have a brush with the outside world that would remind him him of his predicament. The life was something that could be destructive at pest and repetitive at worst, so many times they same thing happening over and over again.

USBstance abuse and the life less lived...

There was a man who lived in total submission to every thought that crossed his mind.

He used to fill himself up with a million ideas and then watch as they left him in a dizzy array of mischief and burnt cigarettes. It was this very predicament that came to him and revealed itself through the guise of a type writter, the MAgick Typewritter known to many solely as george...