Existential Dystopia is the New Normal
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
Sexy Rubber Chickens
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
This Bullshit Should be Illegal
That slippery slope, from “words are violence” to “all speech is violence” is a slope we should avoid.Continue Reading
He Gone Done It
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
Why Not Gratitude
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
LARP Isn’t Life
What the Left calls radical and new is in truth, a pair of old, soul worn shoes promoted as the latest, greatest, bestest thing.Continue Reading
She Confesses the Heat
The American Café was loud with clatter until Inger’s tablet lit up: Don’t think you can escape. I am your destiny. Choose — obey me or meet your end.Continue Reading
Latex Chax
No boom. No penultimate battle. Just a hangover on Sunday morning and an inbox stuffed with NSF notifications from JP Morgan.Continue Reading
Act V
It’s Wednesday after Mid-Term Election Day 2025. The Democrats swept. Because . . . Trump. The Wicked Wizard is dead. Salmon Voldemort vanquished. We exhale. Act V went the way we wanted. 28 states voted. Virginia and New Jersey flipped blue. Mamdani took New York City. California passed Prop 50—becauseContinue Reading
Understand What is Understood
What Inger understands Damian refuses. Her Understand What is Understood is that she chose and didn’t choose DamianContinue Reading









