Dusk: Thoughts on Moral Convictions — An Exercise in Submission, Forgery, and Petty Thinking, Part 3

Second Book: Slumbering at Dawn XIV. Disastrous consequences: comparing a single translation of, for instance, Collins Classics and any of our…


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…


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…


Dusk: Thoughts on Moral Convictions — An Exercise in Submission, Forgery, and Petty Thinking, Part 1

Prologue I. In this pamphlet, a person will encounter a “renter”, a borrower, a spendthrift, a man always scrapping by, or even better, a deep…


Adderall Nights

You once lamented that all of our best memories were when we were on drugs. Well, them’s the breaks in this shitfuck reality. Some of my fondest…


Crawling Up Casey Calvert’s Asshole

My choice of clichés to start this essay is long: the abyss stares back, down the rabbit hole, through the looking glass, surfing the [whatever], and…


The Last Monologue

Clotho is seen only at dusk.   Lachesis is ever invisible.   Atropos...well, dead men tell no tales.   It’s not that she didn’t love you, it’s that…


Juxtaposed Realities

On a chilled grey dawn, I hear a call out. I get out of bed fumbling and reach for my shawl. Somewhat disoriented and half-asleep, I make my way…


The Kennels

During my final year, the teaching hospital at my university was a bustling place that saw 60 to 70 cases on an average every day. We students were…


On the Collapse of Our Institutions of Higher Learning, Part 5

Fourth Topic: Gibraltar on the Danube, 2016-2017 The city of Novi Sad, situated on the Danube, is overlooked by a vast, sprawling fortress on the…