Upon Us Bears A Dance of Questionable Turring

    My depression would tell you that my need for sleep was like witches burning in Salem’s Lot. You have all this shouting about, all these pleas of innocence, mercy, rest…. I should get over it, stand up cause the day isn’t going to set itself on fire god damn it. My depression at […]

Complete invasion

I can’t sleep. My eyelids feel like a 90 year old mans fucking erection, low and, unmoved. But, I can’t sleep. The TV is rambling on about how sex changed the world. I’m envious that my penis has produced nothing as of yet that has been history making. The TV tells me about brothels and, […]