Some things can be painstakingly unbearable.

A tale of horror, murder and of the madness of a disgruntled employee.

Humorous poem.

Written up one night when I awoke from a rather nasty dream. It didn’t seem real, but when I woke up, it seemed that the noise would never end. Like the screeching of nails on a chalk board. And then I looked up at the ceiling fan and realized that it was the ceiling fan.