In my unconscious mind what will I find? A depth of perception? A constant reflection? Or something far more benign? Below a thought's surface will I find a purpose? (How different are my thoughts from those of a porpoise?) Deep in my inners will I find a child? or something more freewheeling, randomized, wild? During … Continue reading What came first? The chicken or the id?
Every time I hear another story of a kind elderly lady sending her life savings to that desperate father who just needs to keep the heat on in his imaginary shanty and buy diapers for his non-existent children, I conjure the image of stuffing him in my trunk, pulling his bound body out in front … Continue reading When grandma can go f*** herself