Naked Hysteria in a Cum Lacquered Cell

This is the second chapter of the misanthropic adventures of a junkie named Smith (now reread that five times fast), titled: "Naked Hysteria in a Cum Lacquered Cell". If you haven't already read the first chapter, you can find it on my blog titled: "Sick and Longing for a Walgreen's Bathroom". DISCLAIMER: NOT FOR CHILDREN … Continue reading Naked Hysteria in a Cum Lacquered Cell

Another Bad Script Reading

There is so much wealth out there that can make our country so rich. The Saudis make $1 billion a day. $1 billion a day. They've got nothing but money. And they're tired of spending money. That's true. So we’re gonna frack them. By the way, speaking of my family, they bring drugs. They bring … Continue reading Another Bad Script Reading

Fickle

What is happiness worth to one who only sees the subtle derision in every smile? Or in life- quick stolen moments, dulled by an artificial glow. What a brilliant play life sometimes dreams, in which the burden of being can be satiated with epiphanic measures- like plucking a single photon from the sunset. But here you are deceived- full … Continue reading Fickle

Abstract Diatribe

The earth is wet. Locked in thought as we trudge across this crimson landscape haunted by memories, and inundated with fleeting smiles (half grins polished over gaped mouths) Full of shit.   Lost within the herd each individual appropriately labeled costumed, and socially binding- writhing against the tepid bravado of our worth.   Instinctively anxious … Continue reading Abstract Diatribe