Someone needs to slap this cunt across the face, shake her violently and scream "Shut the fuck up and go home, nobody likes you!!" 

"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly ( Read more... )

Black fog rolls in, shrouding everything. We can no longer see what we're doing but we like it this way as it hides the shameful reality of our situation. Deeds carried out in silent darkness. A hurtful means to a bitter end ( Read more... )

    I'm in my car and I'm speeding, weaving in between the different lanes, frantically rushing toward something important. It's insanely hot outside and my air conditioner is on full blast, chilling the cabin to the point of goosebumps and I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt and sandals with no underwear. My back and balls are slick with sweat and my ( Read more... )

Eating. Depositing the next generation on a river bed. We don't care where our meat comes from. My little carnivore. Soft and delicious. Our apertures rusted permanently into an opened position. Staring blankly at a grey sky ( Read more... )

The box was brimming with wet light. Green tendrils of mist curled into the air and branched out. Roger backed away slowly, his eyes wide and unblinking. Dust rained from the ceiling. Everyone's pants suddenly burst into flame. Several different Norse gods simultaneously materialized in the center of the room. Roger's face flew off and hit the ( Read more... )

There was a rush of air as the hatch broke open. Sunlight streamed in and partially illuminated the advancing form. The tunnel was a maelstrom of wind and debris. Alex continued to push himself backward with his good leg, the other one trailing uselessly ( Read more... )

The man stands at the edge of a massive crater, gazing downward. His head is swaddled in stained rags and his eyes hidden behind reflective goggles. Dressed from head to toe in some kind of black material, apparently patched together from many sources ( Read more... )

Job interviews are bullshit, and anyone with a modicum of intelligence knows this. The central axis on which the rest of the nonsense rotates usually consists of a single question:

"So, why do you want to work for Senorita Gordita's Chocolate Chicken Taco Emporium?"

This is a supreme test of one's bullshitting abilities, as an honest answer will ( Read more... )

We're fucked. Enjoy the party while you still can.