Monthly Archives: April 2024

Joy sometimes seems beyond me like I’m just riding along, a viewer rather than a participant. I was distantly aware of the game I was at today. It was a chilly experience. I wonder how I could have felt further … Continue reading →

Look out, citizens! Beware, scofflaws! It’s the Sanctioned Individual, to stop you from committing crimes against the state! If you cross the street or spit improperly or have sex outside the appropriately delineated means according to laws not updated in … Continue reading →

While that was certainly a bad soft pretzel I cannot in good conscience say that it was the worst I ever had. In high school they sold pretzels that should not have dared used the name. They were large things, … Continue reading →

Me Graang. Me first human killed by blueberries. Me embarrassed, retroactively. Me learned word “retroactively” at library. Me learned about library on website. Me learned about website from Sheila, who psychic mediumed me in first place. Hi Sheila! Hope your … Continue reading →

They called the strip Christmas because they wanted the barren place to have a generous spirit. It did not. You walked far enough along into either of the lands connected by the isthmus, and you got to fertile areas but … Continue reading →

I don’t know if you stole the comic way back when. It was a valuable comic and it was gone from my house and you were there around when it disappeared and you liked comics back then and you liked … Continue reading →

If I ate you like a cake may I be the first to say, you should taste so crumb’some sweet, but I ought not to’ve seemed like that. It wasn’t the right way to be. I should have acted like … Continue reading →

Because your brain likes drama, you probably think things are more than ever. Your problems more imposing, your enemies are bigger, your memories more impressive. The reality: data is a thing, and data is easily manipulated. Data is being manipulated, … Continue reading →

Inside my gut there is life bursting to the gills striving to help me in ways I can’t begin to understand. I’ve got a biome in my belly that’s working to process all the things I’ve things I’ve thrown at … Continue reading →

The poetess said, “My art will outlast me.” Another poetess said, “Print the book. Only the page will last.” I think about them both. The spoken word will less likely last, since only the particular artist will pass on that … Continue reading →