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Posts Tagged ‘horrors’

Where do you live? …mostly in my head.

“You don’t appreciate the chaos and absurdity of life on this planet. You don’t understand irony, or ethnicity, or eccentricity, or poetry, or the simple joy of being a regular at the diner on your block. I love that. You don’t drink coffee or alcohol. You don’t over eat. You don’t cry when you’re alone. [...]

I’d love to write some porn…

“but I don’t know if I have the right engines. When I was a young man and I was tempted to write porn, imaginary parents would appear over my shoulder and read what I was writing; just about the point that I managed to banish the imaginary parents, real children would lean over my shoulder [...]

daylight licked me into shape

‘i must have been asleep for days and moving lips to breathe her name… i opened up my eyes and found myself alone, alone… alone above a raging sea that stole the only girl i loved and drowned her deep inside of me.’ The quiet ringing inside my head, ‘you know, you know, you know, [...]

Heads, you live. Tails, you die.

50/50 chance… You’re probably wondering how a girl like me arrived here, at the arse end of the Nevada desert with a blood-spattered Winnebago and a one-armed man. So I was talking to this 7 year old the other day. She was making a blue whale resembling a penis with testicals while I made a [...]

She thinks Martha Stewart froze that guy

“Oh don’t be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn’t a demon. She’s a witch…” “Please, she – uh, really?” “Of course. Nobody could do that much découpage without calling on the powers of darkness.” Some random horror told me this last week: Your feelings are fine and pure now, and at the same time you will want [...]

blood, sweat and murder, black luck and trouble

“Look, I made my own kite! *holds up his kite, which reads ‘I AM AN’ followed by many photocopies of a butt* I am an ass. Yes, that is my own ass and the people at Kinko’s weren’t too happy, but that’s nothing a little Windex won’t take care of, right?” Right. Windex solves a [...]

Attila the Hun. Ivan the Terrible. Henry the Eighth.

What do they all have in common? …middle name. horrors below. venting up top: So, they permanently removed my youtubing. That’s alright. Goosefraba, eh? Goooosefraba. There are more important things to get pissed over these days. Wish I had something comforting to write that might help ease the anxiety and sadness for NIU friends. Just [...]

a thing alive, is never perfect…

“I’m going to tell you a story, not my story, that’s later, this is just a story… Ready? Once upon a time, or more specifically at the dawn of time, god, lower case “g”, was getting busy with creation, as the kids these days are saying. He gave Toad a clay jar and said, “Be [...]

I’d say I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not.

‘I excel at not giving a shit. Experience has taught me that interest begets expectation, and expectation begets disappointment, so the key to avoiding disappointment is to avoid interest. A equals B equals C Equals A, or whatever. I also don’t have a lot of interest in being a good person or a bad person. [...]

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