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March 18, 2022
Dusk: Thoughts on Moral Convictions — An Exercise in Submission, Forgery, and Petty Thinking, Part 2
Temishvar-Timișoara, Near the Serbian-Romanian Border December, Winter First Book: Awakening at Dusk I. Hastening to the end: all things read quickly…
March 17, 2022
Putin 0, Zelensky 1
Let me be perfectly clear. Putin is a single mother with BPD. The Ukrainian people and all those who stand up for democracy around the world and here…
March 17, 2022
Ocelli
My trip to the Sonora had been meant as a soul-searching journey, an excursion into the arid heart of the American West as a means to decompress from…
March 16, 2022
“The Aliens,” “Your Love,” and “Zombies!”
The Aliens The aliens have come here to kill us, or we have come to their world to kill them. Or, not to kill them so much as for their resources,…
March 16, 2022
Dark Web
My soul is embedded in the hot braille surface of a motherboard, my flesh perforated by soldered connections. So much of our lives are ruled by…
March 15, 2022
“Something About Marvin” and “Only So Much”
Something About Marvin ‘There is something about Marvin,’ Thelma thought. ‘I just can’t put my finger on it.’ “Would you mind if I put my finger on…
March 15, 2022
An Unrelenting Cascade of Thoughts
The Neurotic Flotsam Your pussy lips were perfectly symmetrical, but your asshole was far from the best I’ve ever seen. The seroquel makes me…
March 14, 2022
Most Days Were Fine
Most days are fine. That's a terrible truth. We decided to do shrooms, because we wanted something spiritual and we had no access to DMT or…
March 14, 2022
The Commander, Part 3
In one of the reincarnation chat rooms I visit occasionally, I asked a question: if I can recognize a man, younger than myself, who played an…
March 13, 2022
Yesterday in Yerevan
I was walking as fast as I could without technically running. Mery’s text had come as a surprise, but I did not want to miss the chance to see her…