CA - NV border

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Inger and Tala roll west on I-80 in the beastly Muteki, AM880 streaming Howard Stern’s chaotic hype for ‘Ridin” as snow dusts the Nevada flats. The road to Kage no Hana casino—and the Tahoe border guarded by Primaris Solenne Vexton Ulyth’s loyalists—tests them with cold starts, diner awkwardness, and the looming shadow of a boy who won’t take ‘no.’ Fuel up, crank the volume, and brace for whatever the Sierra throws next.Continue Reading

Down with Flair Flat Chested

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Flat-chested women and trans folks were supposed to make the world go round—am I right? Turns out, not so much. Flattening the economy created new kings; flattening gender is getting the same rejection from the young.Continue Reading

I am an anarchist

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Same ancient confession, different costumes:
“I lack self-control, so the world must change—not me.”From Karens bunching their Karen Neuburger microfiber briefs over a “Freedom” T-shirt, to zealots obsessing over a woman’s eyes through a niqab slit, to progressives demanding censorship because words hurt—we keep dodging the one job that’s always been ours: grow up.Continue Reading

It Was Just Luck On the Road

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You and I just dial 911 and get help. In 2125 it’s not so easy. Inger needs a cop, a specific cop for a boy problem.Continue Reading

Existential Pragomatic

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Winter sucks. Cold, dark, broke vibes. Existential dystopia feels like the new normal.
But solstice is coming. The light starts returning the very next day—even if you can’t feel it yet. Spring always wins. Hold on. The turn is real, even when it feels like bullshit.Continue Reading

Rubber Chicken

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The brig in Norfolk smelled like bleach, rust, and broken dreams. Damian sat on the lower bunk in his orange jumpsuit, squeezing a squeaky rubber chicken in each fist like they were nunchaku.“That bottle blonde with the toy sword thinks she’s hot shit,” he told the other detainees, who were already trying not to laugh. “Brown belt my ass. What that bitch needs is some sausage and a good spanking. Knock her up. I’m gonna claim her with these sexy rubber chickens.Continue Reading

No Cage Can Hold Me He Gone Done It

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Damian crossed a line where Southern manners snap into country fury. Threatening her mother wasn’t just insult—it was trespass. Inger’s reply doesn’t come in words but in the dojo, where apology bends into discipline and fury sharpens into resolve. The katana waits, not as ornament but as vow, and the story pivots from bluster to destiny.Continue Reading

You DID NOT say THAT! Why Not Gratitude

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Airing grievances at Thanksgiving might feel cathartic, but it’s saltwater masquerading as relief—leaving everyone more parched and bitter. Gratitude and compassion lower stress, build trust, and rewire us for connection, while chronic complaining keeps the brain locked in threat-mode and slowly turns resentment into identity. Keep the table for real honesty wrapped in “we’re in this together,” not a comedy bit that quietly teaches us to weaponize hurt.Continue Reading