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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At the Risk of Drawing Attention to Myself…
Call me a killjoy and a grump if you must, but my mind is made up. Birthdays are overrated. That’s not to say that I get down on anybody who actually enjoys celebrating their own birthday. Hell, everybody deserves a chance to celebrate themselves on occasion. Speaking for myself, though, I would be perfectly content [...]
The Answer (Conversation with God Continued)
KEVIN: God?
GOD: Yes?
KEVIN: What is the meaning of life? I want to know the truth. Please don’t feed me some horseshit answer that will only reinforce my resentment and my disdain. What the hell is the point?
Weapons of Jazz Destruction
As you might have guessed from my previous posts, I live in a neighborhood full of douchebags and shitheads. Unfortunately for them, I am well versed in the ways of the asshole. Okay, that sentence came out kind of wrong. Let me try again. Unfortunately for the assholes in my neighborhood, I am well versed [...]
Good Night, Gentle Dreamers
I can’t sleep tonight. Maybe you could blame it on insomnia, or on the pain from my injured ankle. Or maybe you could blame it on the six-hour nap that I took when I crashed out after eating dinner. What the hell do I know? I’m not a sleep doctor. Oh well. There are far [...]
The Conundrum of Human Empathy
With so many people in the world with real problems, it occurs to me that the only reason why I care about my frivolous little concerns is because they happen to be my own.
With Friends Like These…
On Thursday afternoon, my friend, Joie, sent me a text message to ask me how I was faring with my bum leg. I wrote out a transcript of the conversation below. As you will soon discover, both Joie and I are absolute delights. Joie: Hey gimpy. How’s the foot? Hope you’re not in too much [...]
Do These Crutches Make My Swollen Ankle Look Fat?
Well, that sucked. I messed up my right ankle pretty badly last Saturday while playing paintball. I was running and gunning, and I failed to notice a patch of uneven terrain, and I rolled my ankle during a full-on sprint. It hurt like hell, but I made it to my bunker and played on for [...]
