“He [neighbor's "possessed" dog] won’t let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood.” – David Berkowitz

I’ve been getting into a lot of fights lately.  Yeah, great, so fucking what.  Huge revelation there, right? Well the thing is that I really have never gotten into that many fights.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to smashing a dude’s face in, but the frequency has definitely increased.  Another strange detail is that the reasons for these fights is just as mysterious as their recent frequency.  It’s not like I don’t know why... Read More

Atlas Shrugged

Horns honk intermittently while the sound of engines revving and brakes whining fills in every last gap of silence. There is no silence in the city. There is no silence in modern life. The smell of exhaust is overpowering, the sickly toxic bonding of carbon monoxide with my blood – the human body craves the poison hundreds of times more than it craves oxygen. My body is killing itself. Modern life is assisted suicide. My body is dying and... Read More