Deon the Depraved

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Spooky Passengers,

Some have wondered what led a man like me into life as a hack. Well, here’s something I wrote years ago from the Hell of a cubicle, before turning towards life on the streets.

Meet my friend…

Deon the Depraved

Deprived of all Dominion over his Dealings, Decided to Do the only Decent thing Doable under the Dictate Delegated to his Department. Deceptively Depressed from the innermost Depths of his Dormant Desk, Deon Delved head-first into the Darkest Derision of Decency, to Defer all emotions to Distant Distraction, Distinct… nay, Devoid! Of any non-reason, with Deference to any and all misgivings of Deliverance.

After Ascertaining his Ascension Acknowledged, Deon’s Awareness Angled to Accelerate Away from His Almighty Apex, towards Apathy Absolute of his Avatar. Apparently inactive (And All but An Afterthought) Atypically typical of All Acts of God was Deon’s demise into the Abyss, As it was Accordingly Accomplished.

Many a Morning Marked in Mourning Mother was this Malignant iMmemorial, via Morose Masticulating, as Matriculating Masterfully in Matrimony with Misnomer. Deon’s Misogyny – More his Melancholy Matriarch – Moved all Missives towards a Mass Migration Masked as none other than Mitosis of his Mortal Mind.

Never a Normal day Needling Neurotic, Neglected and kNotted Nuances Negated his Nostalgia for Nirvana. And Now Necromantic in New life, Deon Nakedly gNashed his Nuts Nervously, as Nessus Nearing Nothingness.

Everything Exceeded Exceptional in Deon’s Environment… but Deon, with Excellence Evading his Every Effort to Endure. Eventually Erased was He from Evolution, with Excruciating Ease. With Escape Elaborately Elevated to Elusive Effect, Essentially Excommunicated was he, with his Esoteric Element Erroneously Evolved towards Exclusion from Everyday Expiry; Et Ergo, Deon from Ecstasy.

Deon, however… still Devoted, Determined and Driven, although Deep Down Dead and Duly Deteriorate, Dutifully Decried his Death had Defaulted reDemption, Despite the Dispatches Detailing his life as having Deceased… as DAMNED.

 

 

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Alex Sack

Alex Sack, born 1970, is a taxi driver who grew up in the Washington D.C. suburbs of Maryland. He attended several different colleges and universities around the D.C./Baltimore region as a music major for 4 & 1/2 years before quitting - pre-diploma - to the horror of his father. He tried his hand as a professional musician/songwriter seeing him through travels domiciled in New York City’s East Village, Los Angeles (where he scored a few songs on The Disney Channel's 'Even Stevens') and San Francisco - where he's ultimately put down roots. Alex is a single dad to two boys, currently ages 14 and (a hormonal) 16. His post-natal fallback occupation as Operations Assistant at a start-up clean-tech engineering consultancy came to a sudden end with the one-two punch of the owner’s fatal skiing accident in Tahoe and the subsequent downturn in the economy.This - and an acquired nervous twitch to cubicle work - has led to his latest job...

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