When we criss-cross overloaded trains across reality planes, we're going to have pain.
Sometimes it would be nice to know, but if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
I'll trade you a follow for a story, but it's on the honour system.
I took a day off to come up with the meaning of life. You're welcome.
Part I - Part II The diner is noisy. It is peak breakfast time. We're sitting in a corner booth, in semi-privacy. This is good because my compadre is in rough shape and we need to talk. I send him to the bathroom to clean up his bloody face. As he stands up, I toss … Continue reading Life Sucks Then You Die Part III
Lone Wolf (A poem)
Do you feel like you're barking up the wrong tree? Don't. Your ideas are pit bulls at the throat of the establishment.