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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Of Text Messages and Dopplegangers
February 7, 2013 // 30 Comments -
Inside Thoughts
December 7, 2010 // 22 Comments -
The Last-Minute Best Man
February 13, 2013 // 22 Comments -
Winning Without Trying (Reposted)
February 16, 2013 // 20 Comments -
"Abbott & Costello" Ain't Got Nothing on "Dawn & KZ"
October 8, 2010 // 20 Comments
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The Perfection of Mediocrity
April 1, 2013 // 5 Comments -
Excessive Perspective
March 13, 2013 // 3 Comments -
Getting Old is Fine
March 7, 2013 // 14 Comments -
I'm No Good at Long Goodbyes
February 28, 2013 // 12 Comments -
Invocation
February 27, 2013 // 6 Comments
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And yeah, I burned out after February. I blame Nic ...
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Hey KZ! I feel for you, buddy. When I started my h ...
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I can never come over to your house now.
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Good going, Ace. Nice to know you screwed up my f ...
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Hah! I love this post in all its well above-averag ...
April 3, 2013
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Invocation
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing
Day 27: “And That’s Why I Got Drunk”
We raise our glasses to the inexhaustible variety of life, to all of those separate moments of sameness wrought with stagnancy, or trifling human catastrophe — to those tentative steps towards hopeful beginnings, or in deference to sadder times marked with the bitterness of inevitable ends. We toast to friends both new and old, to the promise or passing of lovers, to mothers both living and long since lost. We toast to traditions, to salvation and sins, and to the madness of the human condition in which we perpetually live to bleed and breed, and strike upon revelations in harmony with the fleeting breaths of generations past. To this we all shall raise a glass, in the name of the living and the dead, in the name of joy, and dreams, and the empathy of unified heartbeats driven by the eagerest of human needs for simple reciprocity.
Here’s to the highs of life, and the somber lows of our crude physicality. Here’s to the onset of eventual understanding, to the might of ambiguity, the strength of suggestion, and the certitude of maybe. To all of these things we shall raise a glass.
And in the end, setting all sentiment aside, sometimes we just need a drink because life is kind of shit. Here’s to you, my friends, for finding yourselves in this same tired predicament and having the good sense to learn how to cope between the laughter, the tears, and the indecipherable screams welling beneath the savagery of our frightened, civilized, limited capacity for hope and dreams.
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing
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Here Here. Very well done sir.
Many thanks, Jarod. I feel a very strong compulsion to share a beer with you right now. Let's make it three or more the next time we get a chance.
I'll drink to that, KZ. Another great piece of writing from you, I'm definitely a fan. :)
If you're going to raise a glass, may as well make it a Guinness! It's a beverage and a meal :)
Raising a glass with a Guinness is definitely the way to do it. :)
You touched on that which is life, lived, breathed, loved through all of the ups and downs. I'll raise my glass, too. Cheers!