April 2011
3 posts
Cities breathe. We lie in the dark. We wait for the dawn, then toil on machines of oil and dust. At dusk, the new day is over. Dusty children play hopscotch in the soot and ash of yet another sunset. Our sun setting, the muted light filters gently through our selfish maze of exhaust and rebar. Stars vanish under the low, yellow hum of sodium. We lie still; waiting for ourselves to be made right by...
A hand rests lightly on the bottom of the leather wrapped steering wheel. Reclined in a bucket seat, he sits waiting, sunglasses at night covering half-closed lids. The soft but persistent sound of rain, washes out the sounds of the city. He waits with the radio turned down, loud enough only to mark the passage of time. His cock, the only thing not torpid. It strains against the zipper of his...
March 2011
3 posts
To wit, it comes. The ground shakes as I scrawl the letters backward in the dirt. Starting the incantation in reverse, is something new. It might draw up ‘The All-Knowledge’. It’s something like a piece of the greater, infinite, intelligence of the universe. It was lost to us in the primordial soup, of the galaxy’s formation. This is not even a gamble. I die today. Either...
tinysprout: Scott Adams (Dilbert), deleted post →
kissingunderspiderwebs:
Scott Adams wrote this post today, March 7 2011, on his blog and then deleted it.
The topic my readers most want me to address is something called men’s rights. (See previous post.) This is a surprisingly good topic. It’s dangerous. It’s relevant. It isn’t…
If you’re gonna be a misogynistic douchebag, you should at least of the moral fiber to stick...
December 2009
1 post
Downstairs lies hope. In the dream of space and the final of my frontiers I look down. Solitude is hopeful, loneliness a curse. There is an edge so sharp and fickle, I must stand on it, baiting the ground to swallow me. -“Fucking chickenshit earth!” It doesn’t take my dare. I walk back to the stately hallows of my manor and sleep until my eyes are sandpaper. Then, I drink, until...
August 2009
1 post
May 2009
1 post
March 2009
2 posts
So, ha; you have bought into it. My perversion of wrapping my mind around you thoughts, to keep you arguing, specifically with me. To see you arguing with anyone else brings me low. As I suspect that their wits do not match up well against yours (lalala, they be dumbkopfs), but I still see you letting them win. It’s obvious to me. I can’t stand it. I once had poetry to describe you....
October is gone and so are the leaves of a year, the pages also turned and spent. They are now dirt striding under the heels of boots, gone adventuring into spring. I wonder about the spring and its dawn, now that its dawn is here, now. Before, ‘twas just its hope, and now it’s the reality of the alchemical reactions of composting, the nitty-gritty of nature; although today I thought...
December 2008
9 posts
November 2008
8 posts
October 2008
57 posts
I lie awake at night and think about the spore that created me. How did it come to pass this transformation into otherness? Why am I under this Voodoo? Who will know the things I have seen, feel, smell, when all is done? What is the nature of consciousness; will mine become lost? When it is done, will the pain end? One day I awoke a bit stuffy and pale. It was approximately noon, a bit early for...
FUCK! Here it comes. There you go. Another project left undone. Another job gone. I blame society. I blame you. You’re a fucking bitch. I’m fucking perfect. I lie. You burden me with truth.
