Mark my words, Chris Fleming is the going to be the next John Cleese. I would also like to compliment the brilliant music, casting, & the directing of the series.
II One day, they told him he was going to get to go home. They loaded him onto a primitive mass transport with the other prisoners. On Earth it was called a “bus” he would learn. “We call this garbage,” thought Hombar, a mass transport, on wheels no less, and it even ran on petroleumContinue reading “The Death of Hombar, Part 2”
I Hombar didn’t beg for mercy. He gave that up during the torture. He tried to tell them the truth, but they only waterboarded him more. “Who are you!?” The men in black would scream. Their attire was bizarre to Hombar, the men wore the same anachronistic suits he used see in the history booksContinue reading “The Death of Hombar, Part I”
Yes, but forced intrusion And impulse. Yet so be got by letting go. Letting go of such a thought, both fleeting and concrete. Yes these words are spoken, even written, again and again. So dare one say is that not its message. What merry spirits do burn again on this day. What day, Other,Continue reading “Thought’s Post Annual Fleeting”
I may not like what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it. Voltaire. One of my favorite lines by one of my favorite philosophers, and today it rings more true than ever. But remember, just because you have to let someone say what they want to sayContinue reading “Donald Trump & His Followers Have Free Speech, but I have Voltaire and my middle finger.”
So anyone who has passed puberty & has an internet connection is aware of the current rape scandal & fall of porn star James Deen thanks to the bravery innitiated by Stoya. What is especially troubling about these mounting accusations is that Deen was popular amongst men and women for being a self proclaimed sexContinue reading “Dear Fellow Self Proclaimed Male Feminists, or, How Not to Be James Deen”