Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Blood and Treasure

The cost in blood and treasure
Your beauty inflicts
Is draining on
My economy of resource
Your cheekbones have laid the siege
But your intellect is alone enough
To bring me to my knees
Recourse and resistance
The high cost in
Blood and treasure
My will to fight is shattered by
Your light hearted laughter
So fraught with danger
That shy mischievous smile
Triggers Klaxons
All the things you do to my
Interiors
Your eyes like claws
They tear at me
On my heartstrings and other tender
Defences
The cost in blood and treasure grows
With no end in sight
By: Daniel Smallegange

Sunday, April 27, 2014

When I Look Into Your Eyes

When I look into your eyes
And see the fires
Of your ambition kindled
It makes me shudder
But in a good way to see
You've such intention
To light so many fuses
With your invention
To compromise the users
Blow them all away
I envy you in this matter
Gives you such a swagger

And if you please
Come you here
Come to me and let me look at your
Pale drawn lines
And at your wild hindered eyes
Burning as they do intense
Come and cease your trembling
A fury's touch
Pent up desire
Embrace me in the mire
So we can rise
Anew
Annex my mind
We shall remake the lies
Turn the past into ash
Scattered to the breeze
Take my hand and walk with me
You can heal what ails me
And I thee
When I look into your eyes I see
My fires reflected
By: Daniel Smallegange

Monday, April 14, 2014

Make Truth Your Cud

If the truth is disagreeable
Eat it whole
Force it down
When you puke it out
It will be
More digestible
Be like the cow
Make truth your cud
By: Dan Smallegange

Saturday, March 22, 2014

But This Time Neat

I was called an unfortunate event
The other moment
And it felt like a temptation
It felt like a blow
It made me
Think of redemption
Before I poured that glass of scotch
And then I sat there brooding
And then I thought of all that I had loved and
Those who'd maybe even loved me
And I sat and sipped all alone
As the fire crackled
And a spider crawled along the wall and I watched it
It moved with grace and I sipped and
The ice went chink in my glass
And I thought some more and I
Watched the spider leave
As things inevitably do
And I thought to myself
About being called
An unfortunate event
And wondered at why I would be so mean to
Myself
As to call myself that
And I rose and poured another glass
Of scotch
But this time
Neat
By: Daniel Smallegange

The Society for Evil, Debauchery and Kitten Appreciation Presents: The Terror Syndrome Known as Love.

Yes, True Love. It can be a real thorn in the side of any evil corporation, dark empire or cuddly revolutionary group trying to take over the planet. Especially if this terrible, maddening disease gets at those people at the top. Suddenly generals known for cruelty and a mentality hard as nails are wanting to buy everyone an aperitif and trade sappy anecdotes. Suddenly absolute rulers fists are not at all iron-like, but as malleable as a small duck who's been plied with several rounds of tequila. They get all mooshey and cow eyed and grin inanely when they should be minging mercilessly. Yes indeedy, Love is a bane, true danger, and cause for worry in any 'Number 2' worth his or her salt and pepper.

Yes, when thus afflicted the newly smitten seem to want to forgive everyone and inflict on them uncomfortable hugs and icky warm embraces. They'll decide not to drop captured agents in that vat of acid or giant fishbowl de-la-piranha, but rather bore then to death by telling them all about the handsome man or gorgeous gal they're into. It is a serious problem this thing called LOVE and when they at the top become afflicted only trouble may result. Averting catastrophe in the early stages can be your only hope. Besides happy people fucking suck. Let's repeat that:

HAPPY PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK.

Always smiling inanely and floating about the room and bringing the normal miserable rest of us down.

So, here below are some helpful hints and pointers on how to determine if yes, the evil overlord is in love, the head of the assassin's guild is in love, or even the head waiter is indeed afflicted with that dreaded virus: love. (No one likes a blissful head waiter grinning like an ass who can't concentrate on what the h'ordeuvres are.)

Your Overlord is in Love if:

1) He starts wearing snappy fashionable clothing in vivid pastels instead of the requisite black and brooding. Also, you can see his teeth way more often in what may be described as some kind of inverted grimace previously foreign to him.

2) The boss's evil cat is decidedly scratchy to the staff and in a foul, jealous mood, having had to share the bed in the evil lair of late with the new love interest, or worse, been confined to the couch!

3) The execution squad has so much time off they've begun to learn pinochle and to finally get right all the moves to 'Achey Breaky Heart'.

4) The evil general's assignments move from devastating and ruthless attacks against dreaded mortal enemies The Society for Good, Chastity and Dog Appreciation to trips to the chocolate shops and redecorating books crop up on the evil coffee tables.

5) And lastly, there is a final dread symptom that marks the death knell of any evil society, this being the initiation of bad poetry. Poetry is tried out on the under staff to 'see what you think and if she'll like it'. Poems recited nervously on the love interest's joyously large buttocks and streamingly luxurious armpit hair are to be especially feared.

Dealing with Evil Goons in Love:

Just shoot them.
Goons can be replaced. Or grow more in the ol' cloning pond down by the way. No one likes a goon chattering on and on about how he's met his absolute soul mate anyways, when he should be pounding his sledge-like fists into an opponent's sternum. With goonery silence is always the golden rule.

On Dealing with Your Evil Overlord After He's Been Dumped:

Well, sometimes bosses kill their Number 2s through 20s when pissed off/heartbroken/impotent/et cetera, so you are may be dead already. If you somehow survived a purge (Stalin was famous for his purges after one of his many blind dates had gone awry or even slightly awkward) then you may want to focus this new rage into a small war or well, anywhere but directed at you. OR you can get him some ice cream. Everyone loves ice cream when they're down, even evil geniuses. And perhaps lace it with barbiturates.


Love a kitten and kill a martini today.
EVIL SOCIETY MGMT xo
By: Daniel Smallegange

Friday, March 14, 2014

Desert Life


Comic by Dan Smallegange

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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