Do you need to know? This is part of my conundrum. It is my duty to provide content to the great beast but what is right to share? Dare I say something I wouldn't shout in the street? The topic I have been contemplating lately is the future of the human culture and how it relates ...
On Mondays he often found himself desiring a return to the womb. It would become apparent as he was making his morning coffee. Always, at some interval between micro-tasks, the realization would float to the surface. The faucet ran, he with empty carafe in hand and immobile, staring out and beyond ...
Deth Killer was here earlier. Stanley's not smiling. He's wiping up spilled ammonia from the bar. He was looking for you. Me? What the fuck? I didn't ask. Whaddya want. Not a question. Stanley never asked. Statement. Ahm, mentholated shitsturber, Stan. Nods and turns to the supplies. Stanley is back with an organic vapour visor over his ...
And then I saw it again. An embarassment.
Tits. This entry started as a short manifesto on the word 'tits' and the sorts of breasts that it elicits in my mind when I encounter it. It was kind of funny, riddled with double-entendres and awful puns, and at the same time somewhat revealing as to a small portion of my mental process. Then, ...
I always feel vaguely ripped off when I even have to impress a blog or news headline that promises a "top 10" or "5 predictions" and "trends to watch for". These things are everywhere - and if you were to take all of the reasons why, threw them into a pot and boiled the shit ...