The Fertilizer Man
Jurey could not appreciate the ice.
Schadenfreude: A Game for 01
You are a twisted, bitter human being.
On Moral Panic
April 1st. April Fool’s Day. Our birthday.
Two Dead Men Dream of Death
“I keep having this damned dream,” I tell Merlin over breakfast.
Poems for February 3, 3020
The following six poems were written on Sunday, February 2, 2020 with the foreknowledge that they would be published on February 3, 2020 as my (late) contribution to our January “release date” submission theme.
Abandoned: An Archive
As a way of closing out our November abandoned work theme and of commemorating the end of another largely wasted decade of my life, I’ve combed through more than ten years of Google Docs and dredged the fertilizer lagoon of my computer’s Documents folder to find as many of my aborted creative projects as possible.
On Louis C.K.
Misery Tourism’s theme for November is “abandoned work.” What follows (if I don’t give up now) is not an exercise in automatic writing so much as it is an exercise in agonized writing: the act of writing as self-imposed torture; writing without planning or outline because otherwise I would write nothing.
The Joker: A Review
The Joker. My god, The Joker.
A Regional Disaster
But speaking of 9/11, the Big Bang to which countless soft scientists attribute the birth of our shared post-traumatic universe, I do know where I was and what I did on that lazy Tuesday.
Spam #1
fifteen years ago when i was the co-owner/administrator/second-most-decorated-troll of a freeform fantasy role-playing chat/message board site