I am really getting sick of this. I was trying to enjoy a moment in the garden. I found myself sitting on the bench and trying to explain to the plans why their lives were actually such shit. As they mature into plants and the craziness of reproduction fades into the responsibility of handling these… Continue reading

Well, we’ve solved the mystery of the Nazi engine driver. This is a crazy development in the story. It seems that my neighbor bought the hunchback a car for being such a good hunchback. Квазимодо за рулём. Well, this kind of makes sense. I mean, if I thought that the fat fuck was actually putting… Continue reading

It’s well into Wednesday afternoon and the weather is again perfect. Actually, it’s hot. It is obviously hotter than it is supposed to be or, as I sink is the story, we are getting some kind of dazzling light from the Sun that just carries a little bit too much radiation. This is either from… Continue reading

I could probably call this war reporting. If I look around at what’s going on around me right now, there’s no other way to say it. This is war reporting. I don’t know if I should recap things or not. This all started when in a fit of joyous abandon to enjoy the celebration of… Continue reading

There are possibly too many thoughts in my mind to completely make sense of this. Sometimes I hide behind the operatic title of writer. That word doesn’t really exist. You can be a writer or practice being a writer but the moment you stop writing that’s it. You’re living, which is something you cannot do… Continue reading

I’m back inside my office. Not hysterically cleaning up, just cleaning. Theoretically my ex-partner is coming today. Maybe she is and maybe she isn’t and maybe I’m tired of making plans of how to deal with her visit. She doesn’t listen to me anymore than he does or she does or they do. Or you… Continue reading