I know the wounded bird in my dream can’t be a good omen. And yeah, it’s bad enough that it… Read more Wounded Birds
I know the wounded bird in my dream can’t be a good omen. And yeah, it’s bad enough that it… Read more Wounded Birds
Thanks for nothing, Mom and Dad. Except, I guess, for “bringing me to this Earth.” Wow, what an achievement. You… Read more Thanks For Nothing: A Privileged Boy’s Soliloquy
It was an inherently violent holiday. Centered around a massacre not just of an indigenous people but of the creature… Read more The Sacrificial Dinner
My grandma did not always have big tits. They came later on in life, when she let herself go. Women… Read more Grandmother Extinction
I am lured in once again to the inane task of helping you with something, knowing every time that it… Read more Oignon Soup Time Suck