Sick of the bullshit. And the motherfuckers, y’all.

Sick of the sickness.

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This commercial sends me into a near-murderous rage every time it comes on. If only on the final, shrill “Jackpot!” someone would walk up with a handgun and put a bullet through the back of his head, I’d consider buying a pizza.

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The headline should read: “Stupid white girl makes decision without foresight, then looks to blame someone else.” And if you put it that way . . . not really “newsworthy.”
The tattooist embroiled in a row with a teenage girl who claims he tattooed 56 stars on her face when she only [...]

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Fucked up, no?

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. . . and it’s excruciating.

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The clocks all agree
they’d prefer eternity
to picking the bones of seconds
for time’s Tantalus-meat,
but there’s no time, it seems,
for whims and ablutions
in the era of animate things.
If time is the negation
of immediacy, we’re strolling
through a spectral theme park
in search of a coaster called
“Devourer of Souls.” Maybe
you’re twisting at the cotton
candy of non-being, a nadaflower
tucked, all [...]

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Dig in, suckah.

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