THE FUTURE OF HOLLYWOOD IS LEGION M

Our children Kal-El (13 years old) and Jor-El (12 years old), using their savings, are proud new co-owners of the first fan-OWNED media company: LEGION M. Collectively they own exactly 120 shares. Your mother and I are truly proud of you two for not only making our lives worth living but that you, instinctively, have the gift of foresight. The word foresight is made of two parts: fore, which means "before," and sight, which means "to perceive." People often perceive things with their eyes: this is vision, or sight. But vision can also describe what someone thinks will happen in the future — and foresight is planning for things before they happen.

You guys have always been forward thinkers just like your crazy ass daddy. You’re clearly smarter than we are because the life your mother and I have managed to build for you is so comfortable that I bet you're telling yourselves daily, “hell, we got ourselves a pot to piss in. Shit, we got a lot of pots to piss in. We can throw caution to the wind. We have the luxury of tossing our money around to see what sticks. We can afford it.” You see, smarter.

Again, congratulations guys. However, the mortgage payment is due soon and we could have used that money. I’m just saying. Kidding (?)

Pragmatic author A.K. Kuykendall has a passion for writing conspiracy, espionage, horror, and suspense literature that blend the concepts of fact and fiction. For more information on his projects, visit https://www.thewriterofbooks.com/list-of-works/ or, to email the author directly for Q&A on this post, write to info@thewriterofbooks.com.

ITS GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN ITS HANDS (BOTH A MESSAGE AND AN UNENDING ROLL CALL FROM LUCIFER ITSELF)

The following piece was inspired by the utter sadness on display within the image below. If you are not moved by the man sprawled on the pavement, then you are, no doubt, a wilted flower; the very same people in the image both walking about and those who're seated at those tables eating good and sipping their spirits.

Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.

If you are not moved by the man sprawled on the pavement, then IT has already placed your name in ITS satchel, called you a settler and made you ITS peddler. You are one among ITS legion of unconquerable spirits, in Hell; entirely blind to the fact that the man sprawled on that pavement WAS your pathway to Heaven.

Pragmatic author A.K. Kuykendall has a passion for writing conspiracy, espionage, horror, and suspense literature that blend the concepts of fact and fiction. For more information on his projects, visit https://www.thewriterofbooks.com/list-of-works/ or, to email the author directly for Q&A on this post, write to info@thewriterofbooks.com.