Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I may be wrong, but though they’re long the days I live, I’m living wrong since any way I spend my days they aren’t how I hope to play or laugh or love or lurch or lust in fact I’d … Continue reading →

You missed your deadline but that’s OK. You know sometimes life gets in the way. Seeking joy ought be the One after which all else can come. Just because today you slacked doesn’t mean your virtue lacked or fiber, skill, … Continue reading →

We keep saying the same things circling the same conversations repeating the same points ad infinitum or ad nauseam. It’s like the last lines of Seinfeld which were also the first. I’m so sick of it the same old shit … Continue reading →

There are some days where despite myself I just don’t want to dance. I don’t have it in me to put on the shiny shoes and the tightened shirt and move my ass on the lacquered floor until my sweat … Continue reading →

Just the other day my girlfriend from Canada said something incredibly insightful. She said, “You know I don’t exist. I know that I don’t exist. Do you really think that your audience isn’t going to intuit that I don’t exist … Continue reading →

Momma made a monster… Momma made a monster… Momma made a monster… Momma made a monster… Momma made a monster. Momma birthed a terror, and then raised that horror into me… There was darkness on the edge of town the … Continue reading →

“Let there be light,” someone once said somewhere, I think, but it sure wasn’t here. Shit is bright in this club. Flashing. I can see the pores in all the post-pubescence that surrounds. And that’s fine by me. I want … Continue reading →

This story is rife with death: a dead man sings about a killer with his dead band. A dead store built by a dead man sells a dying product line, the first step in an entire industry’s extended gasping collapse… … Continue reading →

The last time I went to that Diner it was gone. Just a hole in the ground, craterous. There was a fire there or something. I couldn’t be sure; there was nothing left to pin a note of explanation on. … Continue reading →

You walk carefully but with purpose taking the same sort of steps that you have hundreds of times before. It’s an old game, traveling in this labyrinth this particular circle of hell. You enter the kaleidoscopic hall with the epileptic … Continue reading →