Comic by Dan Smallegange
The Writings of Daniel Car Crash. Poetry, fiction, comedy. Copyright Daniel Smallegange.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
'The Nexus Place: Book One' by Daniel Smallegange Released on Kindle & Itunes
Four individuals from different worlds face certain death. A gunfighter is cornered after being hunted by a band of vicious warriors. An assassin is to be sacrificed via electric crucifixion. A swordsmen fights to the death in an arena of futuristic blood sport. And a teenager from our world is pushed by a serial killer under a speeding car. All four are saved at the instant before death in a whiff of red mist. When they awake they find themselves in the realm of the techno-mage Kyrinn, and find also there is a price for his intervention. They have been rescued only to be sent on a suicidal mission to save his only heir from an unknown foe in a terrible world made up of stolen lands. Either agree to the techno-mage's terms or be returned to the exact moment before their deaths. With no other choice the four strangers accept, but first they must go to Alex's great city where the only known portal to the secret realm exists, itself a terrifying deathtrap, and this is just the beginning.
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Thursday, February 6, 2014
Troubling Times
Troubling times and a lack of cause
This coupled with
Too much effect
And the miseries that accompany such things
Troubling times and
The disconcerting results of love
Unrequited
Trains rushing headlong at
Improbable speeds
Rushing us towards unhappy results
The wisdom of this clearly
Un-absolute
Lines of calculation
Undeniable in the offset
Too many tests
Too many white coats
Prodding and needling
The uncontrollable shaking of
Extremities
Lie low and dig yourself deep into
Your own malcontent
Bury your head in the sediment and only then
Open your eyes so that you may
Sleep without fear
Troubling climes and a snowball effect
Rings through the valleys of
Your sliding doubt
Un-sureties
Insincerities
Brings your heart to irregular
Rhythms and causes your dance to be
Stilted and applauded only by
The disciples of Vitus
Troubling times and a lack of
Braces and mounts on which
To grasp
This coupled with
Too much effect
And the miseries that accompany such things
Troubling times and
The disconcerting results of love
Unrequited
Trains rushing headlong at
Improbable speeds
Rushing us towards unhappy results
The wisdom of this clearly
Un-absolute
Lines of calculation
Undeniable in the offset
Too many tests
Too many white coats
Prodding and needling
The uncontrollable shaking of
Extremities
Lie low and dig yourself deep into
Your own malcontent
Bury your head in the sediment and only then
Open your eyes so that you may
Sleep without fear
Troubling climes and a snowball effect
Rings through the valleys of
Your sliding doubt
Un-sureties
Insincerities
Brings your heart to irregular
Rhythms and causes your dance to be
Stilted and applauded only by
The disciples of Vitus
Troubling times and a lack of
Braces and mounts on which
To grasp
By: Daniel Smallegange
Friday, January 24, 2014
I Ate a Gun With Mixed Results (Or is Death the End?)
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Wednesday, January 22, 2014
'Oh
great zen master, so wise and learned. I have traveled many thousands of
miles and endeared great hardship to seek out your wisdom. May I
approach?'
'Yes, my son, come closer. I am old and wise, but my vision grows poor and my hearing fails.'
'Master, I humbly beg your attention.'
'You, who have braved such hardship, have earned the right to approach and ask but one question, and only one.'
'My question is this, oh wise one: What is the best passive thing a person may do with one's life.'
'Cheer against Manchester United, of course. Now get on out, the games about to start.'
'Yes, my son, come closer. I am old and wise, but my vision grows poor and my hearing fails.'
'Master, I humbly beg your attention.'
'You, who have braved such hardship, have earned the right to approach and ask but one question, and only one.'
'My question is this, oh wise one: What is the best passive thing a person may do with one's life.'
'Cheer against Manchester United, of course. Now get on out, the games about to start.'
By: Daniel Smallegange
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
A Matter of Taste
Cider's too sweet
I am sweet enough
With my tooth rotting grins
With my lackadaisical sins
I will deliver more sweetness with my
Rust bent razor blade an' pipe
Than all the raised thighs in the dance hall
Sweet as those may be
Whisky's too golden
I am golden skinned too much
With my jaundiced shins
With my yellow stained sins
I will shed off more gold with
My rough hewn song
Than all the trumpets in ancient Rome
Sweet sounding as they were said to be
Lager is too sharp
My knives are sharp enough
With my shimmering scars
With my searing desires
I'll cut your debate in twain
I'll show you more sharp play
Than all the cheats in Rosedale
As deft a touch they claim to be
Vodka's too transparent
I am more opaque
With my lungs filled black with tar
Malcontent enough by far
A toast to the death of the Tsar
I'll down more carnage than
All the Cossacks could swill
Hard wroth riders though they be
I should settle then for water
But rain belongs in the gutter
And it brings too much discourse
Gives me lack of recourse
Fills my head with ill healing
Losses of income and teeth and meaning
Sends everything running
Running down the drain
Which brings me to heady wine
Red dark or clean white
Made from grapes divine
Stain my lips bloody
Make me inviolate
Make me your friend and brother
Or deepest darkest lover
Oh wine my heart belongs to thee
I am sweet enough
With my tooth rotting grins
With my lackadaisical sins
I will deliver more sweetness with my
Rust bent razor blade an' pipe
Than all the raised thighs in the dance hall
Sweet as those may be
Whisky's too golden
I am golden skinned too much
With my jaundiced shins
With my yellow stained sins
I will shed off more gold with
My rough hewn song
Than all the trumpets in ancient Rome
Sweet sounding as they were said to be
Lager is too sharp
My knives are sharp enough
With my shimmering scars
With my searing desires
I'll cut your debate in twain
I'll show you more sharp play
Than all the cheats in Rosedale
As deft a touch they claim to be
Vodka's too transparent
I am more opaque
With my lungs filled black with tar
Malcontent enough by far
A toast to the death of the Tsar
I'll down more carnage than
All the Cossacks could swill
Hard wroth riders though they be
I should settle then for water
But rain belongs in the gutter
And it brings too much discourse
Gives me lack of recourse
Fills my head with ill healing
Losses of income and teeth and meaning
Sends everything running
Running down the drain
Which brings me to heady wine
Red dark or clean white
Made from grapes divine
Stain my lips bloody
Make me inviolate
Make me your friend and brother
Or deepest darkest lover
Oh wine my heart belongs to thee
Saturday, January 11, 2014
I Like Swearing (A Drinking Song)
I like swearing
It makes me feel happy
If you don't like me swearing
Why don't you fuck off
I like singing
It makes me merry
If you won't join my singing
Then you can stagger off
I like drinking
It takes away the pain
If you don't like my drinking
Then you can be the one................
Oh you can be the one my dear...........
The one that does abstain
(Chorus sung slowly)
Ohhhhhh
Why don't you piss off
You shant spoil my fun
If you don't like me swearing
At least then pass the rum
I like to run and play
It makes me free
If you don't like my running
Then stop your chasing me
I like climbing
I'll use you as my rungs
If you don't like it brother.............
I said if you don't like it sister.......
Then you just bite your tongue
(Chorus repeats)
by Daniel Smallegange, esquire.
It makes me feel happy
If you don't like me swearing
Why don't you fuck off
I like singing
It makes me merry
If you won't join my singing
Then you can stagger off
I like drinking
It takes away the pain
If you don't like my drinking
Then you can be the one................
Oh you can be the one my dear...........
The one that does abstain
(Chorus sung slowly)
Ohhhhhh
Why don't you piss off
You shant spoil my fun
If you don't like me swearing
At least then pass the rum
I like to run and play
It makes me free
If you don't like my running
Then stop your chasing me
I like climbing
I'll use you as my rungs
If you don't like it brother.............
I said if you don't like it sister.......
Then you just bite your tongue
(Chorus repeats)
by Daniel Smallegange, esquire.
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