My doghouse future lives in updates and site corrections that will never be current. I’m a word salad giving birth to car tires, spinning old helmets into war stories that never happened. I’m a wind dodger, a slippery riot shield, a tensor bandage wrapped around a bunch of bananas. If it wasn’t for my thinning hair, I’d punch a hole in the sun ( Read more... )

Hell is zero. Heaven is infinity. Hell is the foundation. Heaven is the observation deck. Hell is the basement. Heaven is the penthouse. Hell is the base of the pyramid. Heaven is the tip. Hell is the slave labor. Heaven is the opulence. Hell is the engine. Heaven is the good ornament. Hell is the grave. Heaven is the clouds ( Read more... )

I believe that you have an evil version of you in hell already and an angel version of you in heaven. When you die, one of them gets you, is strengthened by your soul, and the other one dies. There is no God or Devil, only good and bad versions of you co-existing in alternate dimensions. You can hear them ( Read more... )

They were called Pruners ( Read more... )

He missed his horns ( Read more... )

When I was sixteen, the demon laughed at my requests. Looking back, I don’t blame it ( Read more... )

This is a locked room ( Read more... )

Angels don’t go anywhere when they die. They’re created in heaven, serve in heaven, and are entirely composed of heaven ( Read more... )

I guess the wings should have given it away but I was pretty high at the time. Accepting the occasional hallucination had become a way of life ( Read more... )

There comes a point in some people’s lives when the acts of breathing, seeing, and walking are joys in and of themselves. Being alive becomes its own smile-causing reward. The trials and tribulations of life are experiences that never fully penetrate to a depth that affects the base happiness that now takes up space near the heart ( Read more... )