Steve Currence
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Steve Currence
@essdotcurr.bsky.social
Some kinda hybrid of wordsmith and quasi-intelligent coatimundi, prone to frequent caffeine engulfment. Genius spilled here and there, but mostly nonsense otherwise. As always, grammarfails are baked into the final product.
"A woman in the grip of chocolate-induced ecstasy is experiencing something like a marijuana high."
"Hell you say!"
"S'true. Book I read as an undergrad. Science, man."

#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 3:26 AM
The color of the ocean was a hue I never knew existed. The aqua recesses barely hid the manta ray in the vicinity. The view left us enchanted and terrified in equal measure.

#vss365
October 31, 2025 at 3:39 AM
Somewhere between Greensboro and Durham, we refueled and took respite. We had enough time for grub, and soon we found ourselves feasting on chicken biscuits and downing Cheerwine, that nectar of the Gods with the cherry taste that couldn't be copied.

#vssdaily
October 31, 2025 at 3:11 AM
October 25, 2025 at 3:13 AM
"Chaos is as near as the rising of the morning sun. Call my words insanity all you want, but just you wait n' see. The humble will boast, the teetotalers will imbibe, millenials will forsake social media for actual human contact . . ."

#bravewrite
October 20, 2025 at 12:59 AM
October 18, 2025 at 11:12 PM
The mako shark was stunning in its beauty and its ferocity. In its belly were the remains of an associate of mine. The particulars that led to his fate were my pressing concern.

I had a notion: he was drawn to the waters.
But by whom?

#vss365
October 7, 2025 at 2:49 AM
October 6, 2025 at 1:34 AM
October 5, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Manfred's response to the kitten was the result of a processing error, due to faulty synthesis of his catecholamine analogues. We were lucky; had we been a half-second late, Manfred might've devoured the kitten whole.

#vss365
September 18, 2025 at 1:57 AM
"Boundless optimism was so much easier when I was younger. Then seasons changed and adulthood announced itself . . ."

#vssdaily
September 15, 2025 at 12:05 AM
"The internet does loud, stupid, and gross so good one would think those kinda messes were what it was invented for. When lifeforms from other worlds beam down and inventory us, our clickbait madness won't do us any glory. That said, the cat stuff is top-shelf."

#vssdaily
September 14, 2025 at 2:25 AM
"By all means, believe in 'love'. Doing so can make life bearable. From where I sit though, it's an abstraction, an aspiration, something that eludes us, something far too great for any of us to grasp."

#vss365
September 11, 2025 at 1:51 AM
First tat.
Black ink upon tan skin.
The indelible image of the warrior I aspire to be.
A decade and a half on, I don't regret it.
Even amidst the pithy recriminations.

#bravewrite
September 10, 2025 at 3:26 AM
A fight.
A brawl.
A picaresque vision, animating a violent, pugilistic ballet.

#bravewrite
August 25, 2025 at 2:14 AM
August 12, 2025 at 1:57 AM
"That a root beer float, hon?"
"Yes it is. I earned ev'ry carb-heavy bit of it."
"Thought you were watching your figure?"
"I was. I am. It ain't going anywhere. N' if you tell anyone about this, I'll cut you in your sleep."

#vssdaily
July 22, 2025 at 2:00 AM
She wore onyx interlaced with gold. She flattered it immensely.

The particulars of how I acquired that trinket shall forever remain a mystery. Indeed, if she knew even a patina of what I do to provide such accoutrements, her stomach would turn.

#bravewrite
July 18, 2025 at 1:35 AM
The etymology of the word "disaster" evokes the sky above; a scene in which the misalignment of stars yields chaos. Thus, she and I made harmony -- of the stars and of our states -- a paramount theme and desired result of our deal.

#bravewrite
July 15, 2025 at 11:53 PM
July 15, 2025 at 3:29 AM
A perusal of the family tree revealed that I was related to Knuckles Ragland. He was a boxer from back in the day. He sparred to eat. I mean that literally: the purse for one of his fights was a fried chicken gizzard dinner.

#vss365
July 4, 2025 at 1:16 AM
The restaurant presented, at best, a haphazard idea of an ersatz, piecemeal tropcalia. To offer an example: teak and mahogany accents were comingled with odd plastic-and- birchwood totems that only vaguely resembled palm trees.

#vssdaily
July 3, 2025 at 1:59 AM
June 25, 2025 at 1:26 AM
He holstered the Ruger, then deftly slipped on a custom Buzz Rickson jacket. The air was pregnant with possibilities: the benign could greet him just as easily as the inimical. Whatever the night lobbed at him, he'd be ready.

#vssdaily
June 24, 2025 at 2:05 AM
June 21, 2025 at 2:34 AM