People like to joke that the only two things in life that are certain are death and taxes. This may be true for some, but for me the one constant that quite literally defines existence is change. Change is occurring every moment and in every conceivable and also every inconceivable measure of reality. The entire…
Category Archives: Apathy Bodhisattva
The Andy Griffith Toilet
Vintage tumblr content from April 7, 2008 This morning I awoke, in the usual way, from a very strange dream. In this dream I had been preparing/ordering a large and varied meal of brightly coloured dishes all served in white tupperware and styrofoam clamshell packs. The meal was being delivered by speedboat. It seemed strange…
Need to know
Do you need to know? This is part of my conundrum. It is my duty to provide content to the great beast but what is right to share? Dare I say something I wouldn’t shout in the street? The topic I have been contemplating lately is the future of the human culture and how it…
Mr. Clean
Open flood gate. Hark Hark. I look up. Old guy rockin’ tha Capt Highliner av waves a rack of fingers. Who the fuck says “hark” anymore? That’s fuckin’ shakespearean bible right there, bitch. His expression is linkdead. I crack up. Dude is totally AFK. Maybe shock. We rise past him. He tweets me, ‘floodgate’. Weird….
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Ubiquity
I do not recall the moment when that cable tying me to the trunk was cut loose so as to set me adrift amongs the worst of run-on sentences ever conceived. All I know is that I find myself loose. A tumbling ball of crud in a constellation of similar objects. What the crispy corn…
Deth Killer
Deth Killer was here earlier. Stanley’s not smiling. He’s wiping up spilled ammonia from the bar. He was looking for you. Me? What the fuck? I didn’t ask. Whaddya want. Not a question. Stanley never asked. Statement. Ahm, mentholated shitsturber, Stan. Nods and turns to the supplies. Stanley is back with an organic vapour visor…
This is all wrong.
“What’s this you are writing?” the Great Gaspy snatched the sheaf of paper from my finger with a mighty plowing of festering snot. I plumped in gratification of my own success. For his continued benefit I maintained a tight-lipped, somewhat beaten and guilty look on my wizened visage. Actually my visage was not wizened at…
Doth.
Doth. I am puzzled by this word. Moreso, I am disturbed at the ease by which what is perceived by the eyes, understood by the mind can still be grossly misconceived by the brain somewhere in the process. In this case, how the words “does this” can be hacked and recombined into “doth”. It’s like…
I tweet
- @TheOnion has some kind of 5-page limit and a subscription-only policy now? Is this a joke? What the hell were those ads for?25/11/11 - 6:20 PM
- Alex spent two weeks battling the beavers who'd erected a lodge directly in the spring-fed pond from when his drinking water was drawn.24/11/11 - 8:22 PM
- Breathe the diesel fumes, seabreeze, woodsmoke, emmissions and fog. Arresting and absorbed.01/11/11 - 12:03 AM
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