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The Thing That Thought It Was Me

Life’s not happening to me – life is happening to that grinning, smirking image of me, it’s happening to the diabolically corrupt image of me that was given to me by Satan himself. Life is happening to that grinning, disgusting…

Tales from the Funhouse

I used to grant myself many favours, back in the day. Many, many favours. Too many favours. Nothing was too good for me – I indulged myself terribly. I indulged myself disgracefully in fact and – as you might expect…

Residual Horror

Does it define me to say that I am a person who appreciates the finer things in life? Does it define me to say that I don’t share the same crass interests and vile obsessions as the ‘toxically unconscious masses’?…

In Praise Of The Patriarchy

It’s bad to do bad things, isn’t it? Goes without saying really. That’s why – when you are a Primordial Creator Deity like me – you absolutely have to punish the hell out of the ‘created beings’ (which is to…

The Wormy One

It’s great to be owned by someone, isn’t it? The government, the Church, a political party, our slimy stinking corporate overlords – whatever. That kind of thing, that kind of crap. Who really cares, right? Who really gives a damn…

The Age Of Cheeze

A whole new cheezy flavour has landed, so the ad on the billboard tells us. From outer space, one might suppose. Gifted to us on planet Earth, from the great cheezy gods – gifted to us from the Lords of…

Being A Tool

I was enjoying ethical coffee and freshly prepared food. ‘Wow this is great’, I said, to no one in particular. ‘it feels so good to be drinking all this ethical coffee and eating all this freshly prepared food.’ ‘It’s totally…

There Is No They

‘What is the primary delusion?’ people often ask me, ‘what is the actual basis for all this samsara-type business, what’s the fundamental delusion – the delusion behind all the other delusions, if you will?’ I won’t tell them anything, though.…

Opening Up A Channel

They took what was most precious – precious beyond words – and they ruined it, they turned it into a mockery of itself, an unholy mockery of what – in better days – it once had been. Then, having done…

Happy Place

‘Go to your happy place’, the super-slick group facilitator told us in his saccharine voice, ‘go to your wonderful happy happy place and think all your very best happy thoughts to make yourselves as happy as possible…’ We all hurried…