Dread Poets Sobriety

  • Ultimate Lameness, Pun Intended.

    A vexing re-occurrence of intolerable spine twinging has at least served to provide me with the time to clack upon these patterned buttons in a vaguely rhythmic manner twice now in two days. Writing. It means I’m writing. And perhaps a mite touched. As I’m quite eager to return to my debilitating boredom and maudlin… Continue reading

  • Cloudy with a Chance of Defeat Squalls

    With the passing of another auspicious celebration of a relatively successful genocide, I’m left puzzling over what is likely the true crux of Thanksgiving… does anyone actually LIKE turkey? Truthfully it seems merely the natural byproduct of the manufacturing process for stuffing and gravy. Not so dissimilar to the resultant sludge from a nuclear generator.… Continue reading

  • Casually Unique Thots

    Good evening once again dear digital denizens. It is I, your least favorite purveyor of pseudo-melancholy and general belligerence. Plus the occasional cute dog photo or something else wholesome. You know, for the kids… If any children are reading this, I apologize, your parental oversight is distinctly lacking. My suggestion would be start setting fires,… Continue reading