I feel there's things I can get away with not telling. I long to sleep in the shallow, and let the waves carry me out far. Freedom is said to be miles from the shore, yet how is it I feel such a wondrous

Trying to tell you a little bit of everything with this post, so bear with me and my outlandish title. I was thinking last night on the comfort of home. I had something of a long day, and was just noticing

After an eight-year absence, I've recently returned behind the wheel. I got my license right after I turned eighteen, and drove for about two years sporadically. But then, life slid by, I got out of practice,

As some of you following this blog may have noticed, a couple months ago, @godfish and I kicked off a fun and quirky little passion project, which we called the Dead Pets Society. The? Is it just Dead

Well, isn't it sometimes interesting how nothing goes the way you'd imagined it. I have something of a loose, ever-changing life schedule, which I admit I rather enjoy. Since I didn't have anything planned

She sits on the bathtub edge, feet perched precariously on a time-slip soap-bubble. Comforting, the light-shallow breeze wafts in through the open door. Every ounce of her, inviting sin in. The promiscuity

I don't "do" small talk. And must admit I've always been a tad proud of my dislike for small talk. Like many, I find it a sign of intelligence, in a way. Like, I don't need to rely on filler

Well, I thought I'd have a more clear idea when I sat down to write this, but I guess that's not the case. I had (what I hope is) a once in a lifetime experience today - I shot a gun. For my birthday at

We in Europe tend to think that radical acceptance and blind tolerance is the only way to atone for a past which, judged in its rightful context, would make no true historian shudder. The 21st century

I've always had significant trouble sitting in one box. When I was only a writer, I found the mystery explained and carried itself. Nobody quite seemed to know what that was like, as long as it didn't

've dragged on ths laptop more than would be reasonable to expect from any one devce. 5 years now? Heavy use. Bangng and travelng across Europe. Splls. Sun. Overheat. As the more perceptve have noted there

Even that syntagma. Age of AI. Bleeding awful, isn't it? An even more worrying aspect is the way many of us, if not all yet, have taken it in stride, and taken it for granted that the rise of AI is inevitable.

While Christopher Nolan's "The Odyssey" has been the subject of much heated debate (or perhaps because of that debate), I thought I'd give it a shot and form my own opinion on it. I knew towards

Or how we’re lonely and voyeuristic deep down at our core.

I saw a graffiti from the bus today, saying If the ocean wants you, it takes you. I thought that was a fucking cool thing to write on a wall. An unusual thing. It stuck with me, as I went. Some days, I

Wait don't get clean Get dirty. Play with me while nobody's looking Is it still guilty and wrong? Look at me, stain-mouth Wine-kisser, Long summer skipper. Dirty black eye, like a pirate. You know you

I find Matt Walsh a strange, perplexing sort of fella. In the sense that I agree a lot with him and sometimes appreciate his brutal wit, but sometimes find him still a good exemplification of everything

& other queries and cofusions about the wedding industry

brown girl, down, girl playing hooky like a scoundrel. drown, girl? mongrel alabaster skin, wild soul. gypsy bastard to my dirty core tan hipbones, blackened hide. my mousey foxhole playing tag. splay

The smell of pancakes filters in, raking up my belly for the second time this day. Bacon and sweet treats, and other barbaric, inane American things. The taste of scoping up grease and having it dribble