Monthly Archives: January 2014

The Babbling’s of a Mad Man

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The more she talks the more I hate the ultimate outcome of things yet obtained and that which crawls from the marrow of madness to the cursed reality of substance. When will it end this insanity of selfishness, the wallowing in self seeking refuge? I can only dream of the day and yet it will never come.

Cursed be the day I was born. Cursed be the day I stepped foot into the carnal state of existence. Nothing is more elusive than peace in the day of the end. Cause as a woman labors in birth so shall the end of days be. My heart is torn, and my head reels in quantum jolts of sanity to insane. I fear not what man will do to me but what God will do or what he has done. Cast aside the luminous day which man walks for the fear is not in the light but in the darkness of night.

All though light shines, truth hides. In the darkness it revels itself so not man nor woman sees but yet they are consumed and swallowed whole by the frenzy of its hunger.

Hide now, but you cannot.

Seek now, but not find.

Knock, and it will be opened.

Ask now, but nothing given.

End it shall be and the beginning of which we all cannot see.

Growing Pains

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Growing Pains [Kindle Edition]

A collection of outstanding short stories by Cleve Sylcox is free Jan 8th and Jan 9th

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Defrost

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Some Good Advice…from me to you.

I left work around 6:30 after warming up the truck and battling my way through the muck and mire of the parking lot…wasn’t that bad really. Snow was coming down hard with a two inch build up on the asphalt, and dusting on my truck, a 1994 Ford Ranger. It is a compact, Cardinal red, rear drive, not a four by four. I’ve had it nine years now. Love it. I carry five, fifty pound bags of sand in the bag for traction…that and prayer I hoped would get me home. I scrapped the ice off the windshield and off I went. 

A trucker never stops being a trucker, once a trucker always a trucker. I quit because of my eye, others stop driving a rig for all sorts of reasons but most seem to remember the lesson they learned. In being so, there are things you never forget, one is never ever use the defrost in a snow storm. It heats up the windshield and melts the ice and snow alright, but does nothing for your wiper blades or the edges of your windshield. Ice builds up on each making those wipers useless. Your windshield streaks and you have to pull over to knock the ice off. 

The secret is keeping the windshield as cold as possible. Snow sticks to a warm or hot surface. Change the direction of the heat to the floor board and keep it barely warm. You are not going to freeze to death, besides you already have on a coat, scarf, and gloves, or at least I hope you do. By doing so the snow will blow right on by. 

Thus was the case this morning as I was driving through white-out conditions all the way from O’Fallon to St. Charles. Not once did I use my windshield wipers and I kept warm the whole way. 

Be careful out there boys and girls, they are calling for blizzard conditions to last through Monday morning with sub-zero temps…