KZ Writes Good
The internet is a huge bathroom wall, and any halfwit with a keyboard and a connection has an opportunity to scrawl on it. Take me, for instance. My name is KZ. For a good time, come find me at Prosaic Shades of Gray.
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Inside Thoughts
December 7, 2010 // 22 Comments -
"Abbott & Costello" Ain't Got Nothing on "Dawn & KZ"
October 8, 2010 // 20 Comments -
Songs for Sale
March 8, 2003 // 17 Comments -
Winning Without Trying
November 3, 2010 // 16 Comments -
Casanova KZ
December 3, 2008 // 13 Comments
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At the Risk of Drawing Attention to Myself...
May 7, 2012 // 2 Comments -
The Answer (Conversation with God Continued)
April 20, 2012 // 2 Comments -
Weapons of Jazz Destruction
March 20, 2012 // 6 Comments -
Good Night, Gentle Dreamers
March 14, 2012 // 3 Comments -
The Conundrum of Human Empathy
March 12, 2012 // 3 Comments
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May 12, 2012
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Everything everybody does can be considered mundan ...
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My avatar sure is creepy looking.
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It seems ironic that you think this piece has neve ...
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Since you insist. Killjoy. Grump. God, it f ...
May 7, 2012
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On Casting the First Stone
I don’t believe in Hell, but I’d sure like to believe in a kind of public Purgatory in which all of the deceased assholes of the world are set on display in medieval stocks. On our way to Heaven, all of us decent folk would get the chance to walk by and kick each of those fools in the head. Assuming this were true, and assuming I lived long enough to outlive some of those assholes, I’d start with the Washington DC snipers, then work my way down to Osama, Saddam, and then all of the suicide bombers that I could get to.
But I’m only frustrated. I know better than to allow the indignant anger turn into hate. This whole “loving thy enemy” thing is a residual from my fourteen years of Catholic education. It’s funny how some things always stay with you. If a heathen agnostic like me could learn to love those who have done nothing to warrant being loved, then maybe there’s still hope for this world. Still, it would be kinda cool if God allowed us a free opportunity to bitch slap some of humanity’s more terrible menaces.
He has allowed it. It's called "Street Fighter".