I didn't watch Scrooged this year :(
December 27, 2025 at 4:34 AM
I didn't watch Scrooged this year :(
Another thing Bethan had learned was that there was no real point in trying to understand anything Twoflower said, and that all anyone could do was run alongside the conversation and hope to jump on as it turned a corner.
December 24, 2025 at 5:37 AM
Another thing Bethan had learned was that there was no real point in trying to understand anything Twoflower said, and that all anyone could do was run alongside the conversation and hope to jump on as it turned a corner.
Homesickness, the little elastic band in the subconscience that can wind up a salmon and propel it three thousand miles through strange seas, or send a million lemmings running joyfully back to an ancestral homeland which, owing to a slight kink in the continental drift, isn't there anymore.
December 22, 2025 at 5:52 AM
Homesickness, the little elastic band in the subconscience that can wind up a salmon and propel it three thousand miles through strange seas, or send a million lemmings running joyfully back to an ancestral homeland which, owing to a slight kink in the continental drift, isn't there anymore.
He always held that panic was the best means of survival; back in the olden days, his theory went, people faced with hungry saber-toothed tigers could be divided very simply into those who panicked and those who stood there saying "What a magnificent brute!" and "Here, pussy."
December 19, 2025 at 6:55 AM
He always held that panic was the best means of survival; back in the olden days, his theory went, people faced with hungry saber-toothed tigers could be divided very simply into those who panicked and those who stood there saying "What a magnificent brute!" and "Here, pussy."
I'm never angry at anybody! No human being can do anything important enough for that. You get angry at people when you feel that their acts are important. I don't feel that way any longer.
December 12, 2025 at 6:07 AM
I'm never angry at anybody! No human being can do anything important enough for that. You get angry at people when you feel that their acts are important. I don't feel that way any longer.
I had forgotten that I was a man! The sadness of such an irreconcilable situation was so intense that I wept.
December 11, 2025 at 6:46 AM
I had forgotten that I was a man! The sadness of such an irreconcilable situation was so intense that I wept.
The present decay of ethical society around the world is a matter of some concern. Words such as "good" and "bad" or "right" and "wrong" are losing their effect, emptying of meaning, and failing, anymore, to shape society. Other words, such as "power," "weakness," et cetera, are replacing them.
December 10, 2025 at 10:05 PM
The present decay of ethical society around the world is a matter of some concern. Words such as "good" and "bad" or "right" and "wrong" are losing their effect, emptying of meaning, and failing, anymore, to shape society. Other words, such as "power," "weakness," et cetera, are replacing them.
Not every powerful idea has to be original
December 9, 2025 at 6:06 PM
Not every powerful idea has to be original
I don't care about the mating grounds of the three-anused mud sloth or any other random biome.
December 3, 2025 at 2:33 AM
I don't care about the mating grounds of the three-anused mud sloth or any other random biome.
Man, being an American scientist sucks sometimes. You think in random, unpredictable units based on what situation you're in.
December 2, 2025 at 5:09 AM
Man, being an American scientist sucks sometimes. You think in random, unpredictable units based on what situation you're in.
Fascists are inferior people who believe it when somebody tells them they're superior
November 30, 2025 at 6:16 AM
Fascists are inferior people who believe it when somebody tells them they're superior
Life can be painless, provided that there is sufficient peacefulness for a dozen or so rituals to be repeated simply endlessly.
November 29, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Life can be painless, provided that there is sufficient peacefulness for a dozen or so rituals to be repeated simply endlessly.
Human beings need all the relatives they can get— as possible donors or receivers not necessarily of love, but of common decency.
November 29, 2025 at 5:34 AM
Human beings need all the relatives they can get— as possible donors or receivers not necessarily of love, but of common decency.
This or this. This world whose injustices have sent you meek and shuffling, or this truer, biding world waiting for you to catch up?
November 18, 2025 at 5:10 AM
This or this. This world whose injustices have sent you meek and shuffling, or this truer, biding world waiting for you to catch up?
As the morning light breaks, the day reluctantly begins revealing itself. One can almost hear the earth rotating on rusted hinges, the trembling of an ancient world pouring out its darkness.
November 11, 2025 at 5:45 AM
As the morning light breaks, the day reluctantly begins revealing itself. One can almost hear the earth rotating on rusted hinges, the trembling of an ancient world pouring out its darkness.
They say many of those who die there and go to hell come back to fetch their blankets.
November 6, 2025 at 6:03 AM
They say many of those who die there and go to hell come back to fetch their blankets.
kai lai lai lai
woosh kado
ha-lai lai lai
woosh kaaaado
ha-lai lai lai
woosh kado, woosh kadooo
ka-lai lai lai lai
woosh kado shka
woosh kado
ha-lai lai lai
woosh kaaaado
ha-lai lai lai
woosh kado, woosh kadooo
ka-lai lai lai lai
woosh kado shka
November 3, 2025 at 5:56 AM
kai lai lai lai
woosh kado
ha-lai lai lai
woosh kaaaado
ha-lai lai lai
woosh kado, woosh kadooo
ka-lai lai lai lai
woosh kado shka
woosh kado
ha-lai lai lai
woosh kaaaado
ha-lai lai lai
woosh kado, woosh kadooo
ka-lai lai lai lai
woosh kado shka
When I dreamed of a woman I dreamed of someone who would come in the night and take the pain away. A child's dream. What I did not know was how longing you could store itself away in the hollows of one's bones and then one day without warning flood out.
October 30, 2025 at 10:17 PM
When I dreamed of a woman I dreamed of someone who would come in the night and take the pain away. A child's dream. What I did not know was how longing you could store itself away in the hollows of one's bones and then one day without warning flood out.
Why should it be inconceivable that the behemoth that trampled them will trample me too? I truly believe I am not afraid of death. What I shrink from, I believe, is the shame of dying as stupid and befuddled as I am.
October 29, 2025 at 9:28 PM
Why should it be inconceivable that the behemoth that trampled them will trample me too? I truly believe I am not afraid of death. What I shrink from, I believe, is the shame of dying as stupid and befuddled as I am.
Ah yes. Time for the black flower of civilization to bloom.
October 29, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Ah yes. Time for the black flower of civilization to bloom.
Sometimes my sex seemed to me another being entirely, a stupid animal living parasitically upon me, swelling and dwindling according to autonomous appetites, anchored to my flesh with claws I could not detach.
October 28, 2025 at 5:38 AM
Sometimes my sex seemed to me another being entirely, a stupid animal living parasitically upon me, swelling and dwindling according to autonomous appetites, anchored to my flesh with claws I could not detach.
So now it seems my easy years are coming to an end, when I could sleep with a tranquil heart knowing that with a nudge here and a touch there the world would stay steady on its course.
October 24, 2025 at 6:08 AM
So now it seems my easy years are coming to an end, when I could sleep with a tranquil heart knowing that with a nudge here and a touch there the world would stay steady on its course.
History was old and rusted, it was a machine nobody had plugged in for thousands of years, and here all of a sudden it was being asked for maximum output.
October 15, 2025 at 4:53 PM
History was old and rusted, it was a machine nobody had plugged in for thousands of years, and here all of a sudden it was being asked for maximum output.
Wherever I turn, there is something of which to be ashamed. But shame is like everything else; live with it for long enough and it becomes part of the furniture.
October 14, 2025 at 5:29 AM
Wherever I turn, there is something of which to be ashamed. But shame is like everything else; live with it for long enough and it becomes part of the furniture.
Howl out the old pain. It is a soft and sonorous magic.
October 11, 2025 at 3:22 AM
Howl out the old pain. It is a soft and sonorous magic.