Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Is this it? Have you finally reached the point where you lack a response? No pointed poison dripping from your lips? No pointless attacks? Not one ponderous pontification or any other particular to pursue? Have you reached the potluck at … Continue reading →

With you so recently declaring me an independent entity, I have had time to think and rethink everything that might have brought you to that particular decision. I have as of yet come to no conclusions and suppose it doesn’t … Continue reading →

It’s not as bad as you think because it’s never as bad as you think because you’re over-worried about community standards because you exaggerate the significance of others’ opinions because you assume they’re considering you more than they are because … Continue reading →

I didn’t know you fucked her. I thought you guys just talked a little maybe did some hand stuff. I thought she gave you some attention and you talked to her but you were only collecting information for my cause … Continue reading →

In your art, you reveal yourself but at the same time with every choice, every word or stroke or line, every step by Sting each movement by Mahler, any selection you may make also obfuscates. It’s true: when you paint … Continue reading →

The birds are loud at five AM in this moldy bungalow you have chosen this vacation season with its air so fresh and its crickets so loud and the animals so delicate in the night you cannot hear them as … Continue reading →

The photos lie. I cannot say how or why what possible motivation they might have to tell their tales of a thousand deceitful words apiece but they are surely most untrue. The pictures are faking it. I never looked like … Continue reading →

Maybe there is no happiness. Maybe joy is for other people in other countries who have smaller comic book collections. Maybe fun is all that’s on the table for tramps like us or maybe you have to tramp through seven … Continue reading →

One thing is for sure; it is for certain that I will consistently without doubt always regret the cake not eaten. How can anyone ever debate the slice unate is the finest food ever to ever miss their muzzle? Every … Continue reading →

Grey and Jon discuss the big issues: “When the cybernetic bugs finally conquer our souls and all the jobs are outsourced to those infested military industrial automatons and the robots are making the AntiFolk along with everything else, will the … Continue reading →