[Content Warning: Adult Language, Sacrilegious Burrito, Pig Latin, Questionable Grammar] Am I asleep? Am I awake? Why did I stay up so late? STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN. Click. Click. Fuck. Fuck it. Fuck. What? Am I asleep? Am I awake? Why did I stay up so late? … Continue reading WTF Wednesday Presents: I Don’t Even Know What This Is
I have this theory that the increase of bad luck on Friday the Thirteenth acts along entropic principles in reverse so that when luck decreases on the whole system it increases in a closed system, meaning that somebody, somewhere has to be really, really lucky on Friday the Thirteenth. I’m postulating that it is as … Continue reading My Theory About Friday the Thirteenth
It wakes in its dreams and finds itself in human form, This is but a brief diversion from whatever it was before. It walks on two feet and swings its flappy hands by its side. It has a head with a face on it, and two eyes open wide. It builds up sandcastles and stomps … Continue reading Wakeful Wednesday Presents: The Insomnambulist
My brother Daniel and I both took 23andme DNA tests and this is what it revealed about our ancestry: This explains so much There was also about 0.1% of "unassigned" genes on my ancestry report which I can only assume is blobfish. Grandpa? Is that you? (Photo: Wikimedia Commons) I suppose it is all irrelevant … Continue reading My Brother and I Took a DNA Test and It Revealed Some Disturbing Information
Wherever you are, Julie Fox '05, I hope you are kicking ass and taking names.
Secured, restrained, held close and locked, the windows opened wide— The door was ajar, flashed the light, trapped the fire while it burned inside. … It burned inside. … Blink. … Blink. … Smoke choked slipping down the walls, bled up the corners dripped on the fingertips Teeth split, broken whole, pulled back blackened flesh, … Continue reading Blink, Blink, Kiss, Kiss, Burn, Burn, Hush, Hush
I fear this poem is in poor taste, or worse that it’s a complete and total waste both of time, and of rhyme. I don’t want to say it but I’m not gonna lie. The truth of it is, the reason why I wrote this poem was just to fill space. It began without meaning. … Continue reading Witless Wednesday Presents: A Poem, A Lot Like Life