Few experiences are more defeating than when someone stupider passes judgement on the wiser but it is the stupid, not the wiser who are heard. After all, the stupid have strength of numbers and form an unshakable, mighty coalition. They form a council among themselves, a blind, gibbering jury, and preside over the entire … [DO NOT CLICK]
the lack of editing and paragraphing is intentional and so is the elementary level amount of “I”‘s, with this information in mind if it still felt like a bad read don’t bother posting please
My hometown sucks. Forget moving away and putting it behind me. No. If I could nuke my hometown I would. It’s full of nothing but thieving , meth-addled, mongrelized subhuman man-apes who blast terrible repetitive music in their rattling, rust-fringed shitty cars; it brims with genuine pond scum, missing links, wasted abortion opportunities , genetic … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous Interested in reconfiguring the simulation meanwhile earning a meaningful and disposable income? Looking to establish independence from the compulsory exactitude of—*Gasp*—society? This article will explain, with commas, step by step, not only how to fish, but how to, by your very own self, teach a man to do much, if not precisely, the … [DO NOT CLICK]
When the cat dies they receive a DVD in the mail containing her memories. The screen shows fish in a bowl, bugs running away, and a young girl practicing a dance in the living room. The speakers play chewing, scratching, scraping of nails on glass, shoes tapping on wood, and a piano and a trumpet … [DO NOT CLICK]
The Harkin Worm By Will Parkinson “Yes and my eternal gratitude—ten thousand thank-you’s, inlaid with gold leaf upon stationary scented with lilac, or perhaps lily-of-the-valley…” This will be my opening statement when I present the culmination of my feverous four years of research to the American Philo-Psychological Society, the boon of my career: The Harkin … [DO NOT CLICK]
area 22 — “How can you taste anything if you can’t smell?” I was busy in the kitchen making biscuits. “I don’t know, Patrice, you tell me.” She didn’t say. I could see heat waves off the oven. It was 11:32 on a Sunday. Long night last night. Our horrible dog kept running around and … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous Are we still democrats? Preface This essay is nothing more than a sledgehammer blowing against the palace of glass that is democracy, or more specific: people that call themselves democrats (with a small d). The main goal of this text is to explain the concept democracy – as far as I can do … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous Acid Rain hit the reinforced Plas-Tin of my roof and sizzled before leaking onto the ground a few hundred feet below; I trusted the roof more than I trusted my mother, but then again I doubt my mother would’ve protected me from the caustic monsoon that was currently hitting my apartment. I doubted … [DO NOT CLICK]
by Anonymous The clock on my mobile phone read 06:00 exactly; I had been expecting this for over three weeks. Here it was. The voice told me my car would be outside in one hour. I was already dressed and ready to leave. I was collected by an older model Cadillac, the type that was … [DO NOT CLICK]