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I'll More Than Likely Eat You in the Morning
I am surrounded by endings and beginnings. Occasionally I am struck by the urge to reconnect with people I've dropped out of contact with, voluntarily or otherwise. It's true that I'm not really as much the vindictive monster that I once was, rather now I am a man who admires silence. So that kind of puts a damper on my whole scheme of getting back ( Read more... ) -
Horsing Around
Sing me a lullaby and I'll drift wayward into the welcoming arms of dawn, one more dozing blackbird cast before the furious dreaming sun ( Read more... ) -
Moments Lost
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Happy Fucking New Year, You Cretinous Hive of Filthy Smeg-Monsters
January is a month of ghosts, but not the steeped in sheets going boo kind, not the hidden behind gravestones or in closets kind, they are the ghosts kept behind the prim and proper doorsteps, the glamorous coffee table ghosts of the rich and unfulfilled. January sets its teeth into the naive and unsatisfied among the masses, those who see only the ( Read more... ) -
Merry Christmas!!
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Til the Stars Fall
The world is full of heartless wonder, terrible and vain, creeping crafty around every corner. Life has set its jaws hungry for our skin, all supple scent and rifled sinew; it can no more dream of a future devoid of our rent and broken bodies than a dog can learn to ride a bicycle. We are caught, cast in amber, frozen solid forced to play this game ( Read more... ) -
I Like Shoes
The end of all things; it beats a steady, staccato rhythm, cold and heartless - it is the essence of the modern world. We have become machines, you and I, weeping ageless melodies of wistful regrets etched beautifully into the worn steel husks of our beloved technology. All that we have built crumbles around us; yet, instead of mournful lamentation ( Read more... ) -
Useful Precision
At the end of the world I hummed soft, broken melodies beneath a sky washed by twilight. I always thought that by being clever I could escape the petty ravages of being human; that I, somehow, could transcend the simple, faulty emotions that burn us all like curious moths. Instead I found within myself the virus of the common man, the everyman, ( Read more... ) -
Fred and Marvin and the Big Scary Tar Pit
Fred and Marvin were walking through their favorite place in the whole world: a dense tropical jungle in what would eventually be modern day Seattle, millions of years in the future. Instead of skyscrapers and highways they were surrounded by tall trees and dense brush. This suited Fred and Marvin just fine, because they were dinosaurs ( Read more... ) -
Desolationism
Desolationism is a form of Existential philosophy that postulates that there is always a deeper state of misery that can be achieved in life; that the “bottom of the barrel” is, in fact, not even close to the bottom; that the suffering individual can always fall further into anguish and despair. A state of happiness can then be gained due to “ ( Read more... )