I think it's pretty obvious that this pretentious little thing I've been doing - this decagon thing, isn't going anywhere. So for everyone's sake, I'm putting an end to it.

I have a job now. The last time I had a job where I was on an actual payroll I was fifteen. The younger of my older sisters has offered to give me her car for $900 dollars. It's a decent car. It looks lame, but it's decent. She's doing me a big favor, but then again, we were always the closest out of all my siblings ( Read more... )

The Razor God screams forth, broken free of its shackles once again!

give me your fears, your doubts, your suspicions...

the floodgates are torn asunder, its vicious saline payload has poisoned the inhabitants of the nearby upstanding towns (the citizens gasp with both terror and amazement).

The bodies of the victims rise yet again! Mere ( Read more... )

I had originally written this piece for largeprimenumbers.com, but it wasn't meant to be. I present you with part one of my Winter Dreams Trilogy. I never finished the third part, and I don't think I'll be posting the second part in The Decagon. I'm still not sure if I like it.

Winter Dreams
Part 1: the generator
A piece by Evan KaigleI hate ( Read more... )

The Decagon is a series of ten articles that will be written over the course of as little as ten days, or, at most, one month. Some of these articles will be familiar in tone to frequent? readers. Others will not make sense, or may even seem anachronistic. There will be no "filler" articles in between the Ten Sides. The Decagon is not a literary ( Read more... )

Time stopped in place this morning. Maybe it was around seven. I don't remember, really. I guess I was half dreaming ( Read more... )

I just made a chocolate cake.

It looks like chocolate cake often does, except it also looks like a hobo came into my house and just puked all over it. I haven't been able to stomach the thought of eating a piece yet.

This is terrible, this is the worst thing I've ever done.

EDIT: Early reports confirm that the cake is rather tasty!! Very Moist ( Read more... )

"I think I'm going to cry," she told me. I didn't know what to say to her. I don't know what to say a lot of the time, I think. I didn't know what to say at 2 a.m., in my driveway, in her car. I just knew that words would cause nothing but harm ( Read more... )

Well, I'm back online now. I can start avoiding real life more effectively again.

People always ask me "Why do you look so sad?". I always tell them that I'm not. It's just the way I look. I'd like to look them right in the eye and say "I'm sad because I fucking hate my life and think about killing myself every night". And of course, they just have to know why ( Read more... )