showing off my influences under the influence

You know, occasionally I really do imagine that this world is only full of certifiably, if not certified, retarded people, walking the earth and demanding their dues. Most of them are wasting perfectly useful brains, simply by ignoring the fact that they have one because the glitterati have become real, real fucking dumb. Sounds to me like a fun program.

True Story, interpreted by the finite jester

Mayhem’s Machine

Hector’s Horrible Pun

the writing jones is there, still unfulfilled for now

Edmund’s Umbrella

I’ll Drink to That

The Precious? (hehehe)

the genesis of a moment (a.k.a. this is how i actually behave)

just striking poses

How to write a bizarre story when you feel like shit

= / Hmmm . . .

It was never his cookie . . .

He used to believe in cinema

Sometimes on Saturday

Special Guest Post: Thirsty . . .

Nadia Knows

Wear Your Love Like Crayons

A Simple Truth

What god Wrote