cicada naps and healthy bugs ( Read more... )

Every crust punk band secretly wishes they could be Bolt Thrower.

My family has lived in Southern Indiana for seven generations.

Up the punks! And by that I mean the real ones. The misfits aren't a band. Still, I've heard from people trying to walk like us, talk like us. You can't step in the same direction we have been. And why would you want to? After all, nobody really chooses anything ( Read more... )

How long have you been on the road ( Read more... )

While we slept, trolls had crept into the encampment. Half the company was dead before we could fix torch or raise axe; their slobbering wails a wet, hellish slide that dumped us unceremoniously into the waking world.

Stellar spires hang in limitless space
Gulfs between worlds, letters that precede the Word
Ancient gases writhe forever
Out beyond the Sun

Two important questions:

Which is real and which is the metaphor?

Do you believe in anything at all?

If I was incredibly wealthy, I would never turn off any of the faucets in my house so I wouldn't have to fuck with, like, six fucking knobs or whatever it is just to get a drink of water. And people would be like, "dude, isn't that kind of wasteful?" and I'd be like, "um...hello? Rich?That's the thing about being rich. People are dicks to you. ( Read more... )

I have two dollars in quarters in my pocket...but why?