This is the moment World Championship Wrestling fans have been waiting so long for. Tonight’s title match between ‘Brute’ Critical Thinking and Mr ‘Wham Bam’ Metaphysic will decide once and for all who the ‘honest to god’ world wrestling champion should be. ‘Brute’ or ‘Wham Bam’ – the world of wrestling just isn’t big enough […]Read more "‘Brute’ Critical Thinking vs. ‘Mr Wham Bam’ Metaphysic – A narrative of a WCW title fight held at Madison Square Garden, November 9, 1989"
A young woman by the name of Euphosyne, even though by the fate of having Asperger’s Syndrome she cannot see humor in anything, is nonetheless happy. That is by her singular admission. And she is adamant about it. She has to be because she lives in a society, which in the past having been liberal […]Read more "Euphosyne’s Task"
A Pilgrimage through Carnage At a short distance from The Town on Hooke Sea in a concealed humidi-home, a social conciliator, revered for his impartiality, is passing his day off in pleasant solitude and quiet comfort. The surrounding Red Planet inhabitants, so that they might profit from his wisdom, have brought him today’s surplus provisions […]Read more "Three Flash Stories"
A big hello to me, Terry Steppenwolf, from he who talks to himself because he has some experiences about which he’d like to tell himself, because there is no-one else to talk to in this place. Hello Terry. Hello you, my listener, my friend in my unconscious, who has come up this evening to listen […]Read more "Fingers of God"
Thy Thirst shall never be Slaked So that the human world might not decay A beautiful and strong god-man In his natural prime Was taken to a mountain top And slain, Then his blood ran as streams And was pure and clear By the time it got to dry lips. But since human […]Read more "Living in a World of Stone and other 100 word vignettes"
After she had emptied her bowels over his masked face, and he had masturbated himself to orgasm, there is this regular silence. And for a time he lies naked, completely still. His face is covered with death, his stomach covered with life. He does not move. She remains squatting over him. Her stench matches his. […]Read more "ThE ArT OF SOUL SPLITTING or ThE DOMINATRIX, ThE CATHOLIC PRIEST, AnD ThE VIRGIN MARY"
How it is that a quite ordinary man, his name being Jack, finds one morning that his body’s extremities, the arches of his feet, the palms of his hands, and his forehead just below his hairline, bear open wounds crudely encircled by thin burn lines, all of which he has no recollection of receiving? No […]Read more "His Stigmata"