Sometimes, America reminds me of that dumb bitch who can’t stop looking at herself in the mirror, even thought she’s not that hot–and even when there’s really important shit going on in the other room.
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking,
In the spirit of positive Jah Rastaman vibes and unicorns spewing joy from their magical orifices, I have decided to share with you two people who I love dearly.
The first is Heidi, the maker of Raspberry Jam. The jam is so good that I eat it by itself with a spoon straight
I’m going to shut the fuck up for a while. Seriously. I feel like I’ve been running my mouth too much, talking shit about everything I hate: Websites, musicians, people … While that’s fun, I’m just about done with this book and it’s
The guy who designed this website is mentally unstable and, perhaps, murderous, if given the chance. And a knife.
If I do something wrong to the site, which I do almost every day, he’ll send me an email. Actually, it’s more like a ransom note. Like this:
June looked up into the sky and studied it for a while. It was thick with marbled clouds that looked like granite. It was going to rain, which was uncharacteristic for a Sacramento summer. She started to speak and then paused.
“This weather is …”. She stopped
I’m sitting in the coffee shop watching a cougar picking her nose. She’s on a mission. Now she’s eating a muffin.
Anyway, my novel’s almost done. Here’s a sentence:
John Holmes stood on the bed, dangling his penis back and forth between the two
Josh Fernandez…hehehehe….Josh Fernandez…hohohoo…Josh fucking Fernandez…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! oh jesus…..i witnessed your “spoken word” gig at the Space awhile back, dude. you’re in NO position to critique ANYBODY
Can we please stop trapping snakes and other various reptiles, poisonous and non, and trying to make them our pets? I was perfectly happy to write about the Star Trek/sci-fi convention, but was so creeped out by the reptile show that I’m taking this space to beg you. If