Welcome to Hell
When life hands us escalating negative consequences, we have a choice. Keep doing what the consequences warn us about or make a course change.Continue Reading
Damian is Dead
Damian wakes starving and barefoot, convinced Menu 7 is waiting for him — beef strips, sweet potato mash, the works. Instead, his entire pallet is gone. Shoes gone. Shelter sliced apart. In its place: a single ancient Vomelet and a bottle of water, like a joke the Badlands have told a thousand times.Continue Reading
Wild Thing
The harder you try to cage the wind, the wilder it blows in every direction.Continue Reading
Sin is a Child of Yin
Sin is a Child of Yin. Yin exists as does Yang. It is a reflection of the dual nature of God’s creation. There are unified pairs throughout His creation. Yin and Yang are core attributes of the world we live in. Yin, the dark side, is an attribute of sin.Continue Reading
She Not Right
That racist bitch. That bottle blond obscenity driving the murder weapon—she not right. Periodt. Blue Luna butterflies are vanishing, and her sooty diesel smoke is the killer. Kaylee said so. So it is fact.
In late-winter 2125 Vacaville, tule fog smothers the truth while Tate clings to his passion. But as the first iridescent wings emerge, facts begin their quiet rebellion.Continue Reading
Embrace the Work
Would you wrather die accused of heresy and existential sin or live redeemed?Continue Reading
Chihuahua Bit
Tate couldn’t let it go. One faded silver truck, one unflappable woman, and suddenly pupating butterflies were ‘dying’—or so he screamed. Spray can shaking, he scrawled ‘MURDERER!’ across Muteki’s side, certain this was justice.
Protip: don’t piss off the Hive. It remembers.Continue Reading
War of Words
BURN HIM AT THE STAKE! OFF WITH HIS HEAD! TO THE GULAG WITH HIM! ORANGE MENACE IS AN EXISTENTIAL THREAT TO THE SOVEREIGNTY OF MOTHER EARTH AND ALSO THE POLAR BEARS AND MY FEELINGS!!!1!1!Continue Reading
Kaylees Moral High Ground
Tate stormed over to Inger’s booth at Mimosa House, voice booming:
“You’re killing Blue Luna butterflies with that smoking truck. I’m calling the cops.”
Inger set her fork down calmly. “They’re pupating, dude. Not extinct. Just hidden.”
Tate swung wild—missed hard. One light shove later, he stumbled back, pride deflating as Kaylee yelped and the waitress cleared the drama. Inger paid the tab, tipped big, and walked out into the sun.Continue Reading
Leopard Spots
At Boaz and Ruth, away from Martha, some of us would mutter, “leopard spots never change.” This is a fear I have. Let’s say the crowd abusing I.C.E. in the streets wins. I.C.E. is defunded. The borders are erased. Anyone and everyone who wants to come here does come here.Continue Reading









