caffeine makes everything feel real. niccotine gives everything an edge. alcohol turns everything sideways. mania and depression wraps over you like a blanket, caressing your insides with a special dose of crazy. number crunching, by day. hustling for accomplishment by afternoon. enjoying art by evening ( Read more... )

In the Rabbit Hole, indeed. I find myself sitting there, in the cold earth, looking only into the oblivion... Only, I am not afraid. The void has ceased to cause fear in me. I merely gaze and ponder why it has come to pass. Much is different and much is the same ( Read more... )

"but there's so much still out there!"That's what I'm pretty sure the lady dressed as a cockatoo said. Truthfully, I couldn't hear it over the flap-flap-flapping of the ceiling fan. I had stopped paying attention anyway. All that mattered to me was the bee infront of me ( Read more... )

The Aztec god Chantico was squated over a massive Generator, that looked very much like one of those frontier-style ovens that used to double as a heating system for an entire house. The giant, obese lady sits perched above it, her legs spread wide ( Read more... )