Lies Too Large For The Mouth Of Truth
A scene from Roman Holiday
My Little Corner Of The Void
I often imagine the Void The meaningless horror of it. How we’re all pigeonholed in the Void. I’m talking the bleakest form of void. The existential kind. You don’t use this one for blowing out birthday candles. I don’t like it. I get depressed and nervous. Today was a bit different. I imagined another person rather than myself. Today, imagining The Void, my thinking turned to Mark Rothko. I don’t know why. My mind is like a crab. Clawing stuff….
A Pithy Aphorism
A vast middle-finger conspiracy
Another Suck-Ass Year Bites The Dust
Good friggin riddence!
Christmas Gives Me The Creeps
Check out my favorite Christmas Movie!
I’m Taking Note Of The Signs
They claim this dude Nostradamus saw the future.
Have We Entered A Nightmare Or Is This Just Springtime For Hitler?
I may need a pill after writing this.
I’m Down To A Dog’s Life
Be Here Now!
I May Be Wrong, I May Be Right
A fat Elvis Trump
The Day The Eighties Ended
A tough stretch of Freeway