Shame: A Party Game
Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.
– Genesis 3:7 (New Internatio
How I Created a World (And Why I Regret It), Part II
Thoughts on Melkrin, Heaven and The Meta (TLDR: Yuck)
I’m not one to rest on the seventh day, not really. Or the eighth or the ninth or the tenth. It’s mostly one weird, detac
6 Ways to Live Like There’s No Tomorrow (And Loathe Every Second of It)
I am putting the finishing touches on this article at 5 pm EST on a Friday afternoon. It’s officially the weekend, and that can only mean one thing: a heightened risk of sudden
And John Adams Wrote …
In March of this year, while the Republican Primary was still ongoing, Mitt Romney gave a speech condemning Donald Trump and pleading with his party’s voters to select essentia
Full Bloom, Part I
WATCH CLIP: “Intervention”
INTERVENTION
Monday
“Ok, Vantrice,” I said, wheezing as I exhaled the way my therapist had showed me, “You have five minutes.”
“Five minutes?!
Vulturewave
This collection of vaporwave-inspired vulturewave suicidepunk RSTS/E-edition collages were created in order to display the artistic ＡＥＳＴＨＥＴＩＣＳ that boil within us all. The pattern
We Were Germany
How can you write poetry on my wall?
you can’t write love
when you raped the world
We were Germany
annihilators
sinking Europe with our poisons
and
rotting hatred
W
Misery Movies: Episode 1 – Careful
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This is the debut episode of our new Misery Tourism podcast, Misery Movies, a round-table discussion with a focus on films about human suffering. Each episode will feature a deep
How I Created a World (And Why I Regret It), Part I
Today we have a guest post about CONWORLDING by The Assembler. This is the first in what will be a series about miserable worldbuilding. Enjoy. -rudy
Yes, I’m Done Creating Co
The Comedy Beyond Hope
With apologies to Dante Alighieri, the saints, the penitent, and all of the damned.
I
Dante Dreams of a Return to Hell
Somewhere in his home in Florence there is a scrap of