4.20.2014

4.18.2014

there we are

Tone, cunt, tone:
your tone is awful.

Sometimes you cut the cord and
sometimes the cord is cut for you.

4.17.2014

4.16.2014

I fail'd merrily forward for several Days. Then here’s where we get into master and slave—Hegel, a cat of great confidence whose strong sense of self-worth was never in the least threatened by the sudden appearance of the Devil. Or Hunger. Am I punished? For not caring at all?

4.15.2014

4.14.2014

4.12.2014

4.11.2014

4.10.2014

1. We find ourselves slumped in the capsule, held up by the entitlement of the elderly. Had we ridden the metro, we would not now face the settlers, their unintentional dicks buckled over in the snow.
2. They offer half orders? That's what we should have gotten.
3. Another low-level crisis past, we proceed but are afraid that our habits may soon harden into cantankerousness-- like astronauts in period dress, fobbing off stones into and out of ureters. geocaching to do anything at all. and playing at sleeping.