What was the last thing you smiled about?
I wasn't smiling there, I was breaking wind....
I wasn't smiling there, I was breaking wind....
The existence of pericardium?....I can sing every David Bowie song from Space Oddity to Let's Dance and during one drunken psychotherapy conference got up on stage to sing Panic in Detroit to a four-instrument accompaniment......we... More »
I think about taking a room at the Bates motel, strapping a cilice to my thigh, covering my body with a starchy mohair catsuit, dropping a few vallium pills and watching a season of Ingmar... More »
'Ang on there Siona....we've had that questIon before!!!!...so I'm paying attention to the process....which makes me a bit of a postmodern lad, nyet??....anyways, speaking of postmodern lads, I have been paying attention to what it... More »
Through clitterfields of numbness and pain...over hills and dales of short-lived pleasure...through the metropolitan boulevards of seduction and disillusionment and finally finally finally out out over the open, lush and barren lands of spiritual promise...out... More »