Literature. Shoegaze/Dreampop. Bukowski. Berry. Sox. Gemmell. Feist. McCarthy. Fountain Pens. Zelda. Postcolonial Theory. Solid Oak Desks. Rum. Fans of the Snuff. Poe. Toole. The Fey. Final Fantasy. Challenging Theology. Myths. Forests. Elder Scrolls. The Idea of New England Transcendentalism. My Lady.
I never get on, into, or around anything.
'Don't Try' - Bukowski
'He became fond of the white and it all went tits up' - Berry
Word.
Dear Average Joe American,
Your government has acted as a terrorist outfit for much longer than Al-Qaeda.
Happy anniversary.
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Books purchased at www.betterworldbooks.com are both new and used and proceeds go to funding of literacy projects in developing countries.
This is why it doesn’t matter, so you shouldn’t care.
Fuck yes times a million
STOP BUYING SHIT YOU DON’T NEED.
STOP “HATING HUMANITY” AND START HATING THE SYSTEMS THAT KEEP US DIVIDED.
LEARN THE MEANING OF “NEOLIBERAL ECONOMICS” AND “CAPITALIST DEMOCRACY”.
WITHDRAW YOUR MONEY FROM YOUR BANK, INVEST IT IN A CREDIT UNION.
GROW YOUR OWN FOOD OR BUY DIRECT FROM FARMERS’…
…and for your biggest fans killing scores of people who hold equality, freedom and democracy as valued requirements for humanity’s survival.
Islam takes way too much flack for terrorism. Christians have been terrorising the world for more than two thousand years.
So fuck you all, and fuck your saviour-zombie. There is evil in the world and a lot of it stems from the doctrine you espouse so self-righteously.
The Universe is an epic and ever-expanding place full of life, death, creation and destruction. Every day new stars are born and I have no doubt that there are planets orbiting them at just the right distance for life to develop in a benevolent environment. That’s how it happened here on Earth. It’s science. The earliest religions worshiped the sun and rightly so. IT is the life-giver, not your fucking archaic, outdated and ignorant god who also just happens to listen to each and every one of you individually at simply the sound of your internal monologue reciting Hail Marys and Our Fathers.
We are lucky, we are chance and we are alone, except for where there may be other intelligent life somewhere in our galaxy or beyond that, the clusters that we will never reach in even the next thousand generations. Get over yourselves. Life your lives and quit giving an imaginary friend all of the credit for your fortune, and equally so accept responsibility for your fuck-ups. You are human, after all.
Praise is for suckers. Death is forever.
…makes my day.
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So considering National Young Writers’ Month is in full swing, I figured I should answer this thought-provoking, honesty-inducing, pride-deflating question: why do I write?
I never…
