Hatred Runs

How deep-seated is this hatred? Or is it doing exactly what the title suggests...To me, someone with roots in East London, Ireland, and Norfolk, "the runs" implies having digestive issues.So perhaps it's like that: hatred has diarrhea. That's an interesting notion; maybe it will self-destruct.But that's not what I intended. When did humans start despising … Continue reading Hatred Runs →

No Wiseman

A man with a red and blue painted face stares out with the blue eyes of a charming psychopath, he wants to eat you out

I might've brought up Tsamchö before, and I wanted to share a little something about him – he's got this knack for analyzing and questioning everything.Now, he's pretty good at keeping that under wraps. Folks who only know him a bit tend to call him quiet and thoughtful; he gives off this air of wisdom.Once, … Continue reading No Wiseman →

Candid Reflections of an Aging Soul

Mellow CGI image of a golden droplet of wee wee hitting the side of a tasteful brown toilet bowl, close up

Back in the day, I used to hit up music festivals, quite a while back, really. They were wild, full of noise and chaos, and honestly, I didn't quite dig 'em.Stuff went up high, and I just wanted to chill. Even a storm couldn't change my mind; it seems people don't have much influence anymore.Doesn't … Continue reading Candid Reflections of an Aging Soul →