We Are All Dead

We are all dead,
And yet are told we live.
We do not have,
Any fucks left to give. Continue reading We Are All Dead

The Great Beast

Short fiction piece from my journal – Vol 6 – pg 51-53 – 11/06/2015

The great beast heaves and groans, giving an impression of huge forces at rest, barely contained. Its shining sinews glisten with the sweat exuded to ease the behemoth’s motions. The plates of its flanks, each taller than a man, slide over each other smoothly, with only the occasional squeal or percussive clank to reveal their metallic construction and the beast breathes with a low rhythmic growl. Continue reading The Great Beast

Feeding the Monster

Journal Transcription – Vol 6 – P 49-50 – 10/06/2015

I’m not living the life that I want to, but then who is?

At least I’m living. Continue reading Feeding the Monster

Thoughts About God

With reference to this FB thread

Assigning God a gender belittles the concept.

Here’s what I, a self identified atheist, believe. Some of what follows could be wrong, heretical, blasphemous, or all three, depending on your point of view. Fair warning. (It could also be considered slightly mental. It’s certainly not a mainstream belief system that I’ve encountered): Continue reading Thoughts About God

You may have noticed some changes…

Changes Indeed. I’m repurposing my blog again and simply going to fill it with whatever I feel like writing. Be that essays discussing what I’m reading. Interesting things I’ve been thinking about. Or whatever. Anything goes really.

This is more to exercise my muscles and get into the habit of typing again and keeping a blog up.

I’m determined to post something every day. I’ve noticed that I’ve been filling comment threads on FB with walls of text and thought I should channel that into something less… I dunno… ephemeral.

I have my Moleskines, full of rambling scribblings. I’ve been writing three or four (more often more) pages daily for more than a year now and have 5 volumes with the 6th just begun. So there’s plenty of material.

Previous posts are still there, you just have to dig through the categories on the left for them.

So, onward…


PS: I have made it known that I plan to write a book, I may reveal something of the thinking that is going into it here, so pay attention.

People know what shit food is. The reason they eat shit food is because they work all day in an office with people they hate. They work in a job they’re told every day they’re gonna lose, and then they go back to a shitty flat they can’t afford to buy. And do you know what they think? I don’t fancy cous-cous for tea. Do you know what I fancy? A mixing bowl full of Viennetta and chips that I can eat with my fists.

Jon Richardson, 8 out of 10 Cats (via dianora77)




So I was talking to a boy today and called him “dude” and he goes, “Hey, I’m not your dude. I want to go by bro.” And the very first thing that popped into my head was ‘wow, he has preferred bronouns’.

A Gamergate Primer

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