DJ Buddy Holly: Sci‑Fi Chronicles & The Controllerism Archive

  FRAMED FOR THE X A David Charles Karma Story This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, organizations, or events is coincidental. Los Angeles County, 2005 In 2005, the night still believed it would live forever. The clubs opened after dark and closed sometime after sunrise, though nobody inside paid much attention to clocks. Outside, hundreds waited beneath flickering marquees while men with clipboards decided who deserved admission. Inside, champagne bottles arrived trailing sparks. Cameras flashed. Women in silver dresses laughed too loudly. Men in untucked designer shirts shouted into one another’s ears and pretended they could hear. The bass was so loud it seemed to rearrange the bones in David Charles Karma’s chest. Fog-machine vapor gathered beneath the ceiling, mixing with cologne, sweat, cigarette smoke drifting in from the patio, and the medicinal sweetness of drinks nobody remembered ordering. Green and red lasers cut through the haze. For a moment, t...

THE LETTER OF SIMON THE ZEALOT To the Believers in the Western Land A Contemporary Apocryphal Christian Epistle I, Simon, whom the Lord called the Zealot, a servant of Jesus the Messiah and a witness to his resurrection, write concerning the vision shown to me by the Holy Spirit. In the days when the brothers were scattered and the rulers spoke against the Way, I withdrew to a lonely place to pray. I remembered the years in which zeal had ruled my heart. Before the Lord called me, I believed righteousness would come through force. I desired the deliverance of Israel, but anger had become a master over me. My zeal was a blade, and I was ready to turn it against anyone I judged to be an enemy. But Jesus called me. He did not destroy my zeal. He purified it. He taught me that zeal without love becomes cruelty, that courage without mercy becomes violence, and that a man may fight against darkness while carrying darkness within himself. Therefore, when I had fasted and prayed, the Spirit of...

  THE GREASEBALL MONK   Written by David Charles Kramer Copyright © 2026 David Charles Kramer Contact Information David Charles Kramer davidcharleskramer@yahoo.com 530-558-1890 djbuddyholly.blogspot.com                   THE GREASEBALL MONK Written by David Charles Kramer                         Draft Two - Part One   FADE IN: INT. GRAND CIVIC ARENA - BACKSTAGE - NIGHT A wall of APPLAUSE shakes the black curtains. LEONARD "LENNY" ROSENBLATT, 48, stands alone in a tailored midnight-blue suit. Immaculate hair. Television smile. The calm of a man who believes noise is oxygen. He closes his eyes and lets five thousand strangers love him. MARTIN KELLER, 36, brisk and permanently caffeinated, approaches with a headset and tablet. MARTIN Thirty seconds. Third row center, couple from Boise. ...