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The Machine who could fuck it's own knees....
Rigid winds have died down and now the winter's settling in like a fucking wet blanket. I need new shoes because my heels are torn from all the walking and the tripping and the standing. My ipod dies quicker in the cold, and so do homeless people ( Read more... ) -
Want
We always get what we want, don't we ( Read more... ) -
11:38pm mumblings
What is the strange creature living inside of my head, that is myself ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I gots to get outta here, I says to myself. Out of my defective brain and into la-la-land once more. It's the only place I'm not abhorred ( Read more... ) -
Bhiggieboo
It was a Tuesday afternoon when Samuel J. Preston named his pubic lice. After several failed attempts with shampoos, fine combs and CLR to rid himself of the little friends, he decided to try persuasion. 'Perhaps,' Sammy thought, 'if I befriend them, they'll leave on their own will ( Read more... ) -
A Shitty Encounter
I was buried deep in a sexual nightmare when the odour first came to me. My brain, already ruled by the subconscious, manifested a dirty poo-scene. I was being interrogated by a shit-smearing detective. Every time I refused to answer, he shoved more in my mouth. He kept asking me: "What's your name?" I don't know why I didn't want to answer. The ( Read more... ) -
Snake Pit Fandango
I've left my body again. This time, it's the barren wastelands of the American desert. I had just watched the ABC mini-series of Stephen King's The Stand, so I guess that's what triggered it. Something is teling me Utah, but it could be Nevada just as easily. I've never been to either physically ( Read more... ) -
A Notch on the Belt
This is my bullshit poem ( Read more... ) -
Fuckin'ell
I ate a pile of my own feces today and spent the afternoon puking my guts out. I even washed it with soap, but I guess that doesn't work. Next time I'll try salt ( Read more... ) -
Murder! (this story has nothing to do with volcanos)
It was two o'clock in the morning again. Same bright lights, same crappy music, same aisle upon aisle of consumer goodness ( Read more... )